My Mother Is A Pornstar Lyrics & Chords By Chill Bump

(This Track is pure Fiction)
I’ve been teased a few times but it’s been reasonable,
See it’s cool, she causes riots when she takes me to school.
People drool when she’s walking past. Before class I always laugh,
As my friends’ divorced dads ask her for an autograph.
On the Streets, cats glance at each other, speak of her.
Some even ask my mother to sign her dvd cover.
Everybody knows her, every fella probably owns a
Poster of her if he’s aged twenty one and over.
The globe is heavy on her shoulders, she carries the weight.
Kids get carried away, I couldn’t care what they say.
Cause I don’t want another mother, yeah, none can compare.
She’s stunning, she’s rare, she’s cunning, she’s mum of the year.
She puts men in a frenzy, the pretty woman women envy.
She’s willing and caring with me, she’s witty and friendly, I really...
Love her cooking but you don’t know the half.
You don’t know better than to fantacize about her ass…
My Mother’s a Porn Star and so what?
It didn’t change shit growing up.
She knew how to raise her boy the right way,
So fuck whatever you may say…
My mother’s a star, she makes flicks for adults,
But don’t think she don’t love my dad. This isn’t a joke.
We’ve got moral standards, we a normal family,
Living happily… So fuck you and your porno fantacy.
She makes sex-tapes and yes, I know they’re X Rated,
But she’s never had to be explicit and explain it to me.
I don’t care if she’s got a wonderful booty!
What are you on? Truly? I’ve neber wanted to watch one of her movies!
My mummy ain’t some friggin’ filthy er,
But if we looked close at yours, I’m sure we’d fill a book up.
Mine puts money on the table, while your mother is unable
To cope, nasal full of coke, no wonder you’re unstable.
Make your silly jokes, huh, keep up the babbling!
At least mine don’t creep around, sleeping with married men.
She may get nude on the cam, but won’t be fooled by a man.
She’ll always do what she can to bring loot to her nuclear fam.
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Yeah
Women judge each other with a look,
Men judge a colour and the cover of a book,
And I judge the judge that judges my mother.
Yeah, I’m a mother’s boy...
So reconsider or go fuck yourself.
But don’t take it litteraly you dirty douchebag.
Back the fuck off my fam and let us live our normal life. I’ma get back to mine, I’ve gotta go kid.
My mum is calling me.
I’ve gotta do the washing up.
Tera Patrick was over for dinner,
And I’m out. The cognac is waiting…