Mama Was A Hitman Lyrics

I remember when I was 'bout 2 years old
in a play pen on a grassy mole countin cars was some
new schoolbooks Mr. Oswald said were ours
Mama would take us to work and some Cuban held on our hand

Mama was a Hitman

We’d cross the country changing schools
Mama me and some guy named Raul
I failed the fourth grade cause they said I was dumb
they found the principle floatin in a 55-gallon drum
then all the teachers put me on the strait a plan

Mama was a Hitman

I tried basketball in the 7th grade
you could count on one hand the shots that I made
I got to practice so little and didn't play none

until the coach found an ice pick stuck threw his craniumBob And Tom - Mama Was A Hitman - http://motolyrics.com/bob-and-tom/mama-was-a-hitman-lyrics.html
the assitence coach said son I’m you biggest fan

Mama was a Hitman

She baked seined cookies and red car bombs
all the while disguised as a soccer mom
our little league coach was James Earl Ray
our team pictures were takin by the CIA
she could wack out a witness wile workin the concession stand

Mama was a Hitman

Our babysitter was Mr. something sir hand

Mama was a Hitman

She could build a bomb in a bowl of rasin brand
Piced us up from school and we flew to Afghanistan

Mama was a Hitman