My Momma - Goldie Lookin Chain

My momma’s harder than a bag if fucking nails

The hardest fucking mother in the whole of South Wales

You can’t take my pocket money or my last Malteser

Cause my mum will beat your ass when she next sees ya

A mean clean mother when she’s on a Dyson

And she’ll bite your ear off like Mike Tyson

If you mess with me or my sisters or my brothers

Yours gonna get a visit late at night from my mother

Here’s a little story about a cart like me

A kid punched me in nursery

Told my mum coz that’s the rules

She gripped his father by the family jewels

Round kicked his mother at the gates

She needs stitches and metal plates

She battered the police when they turned up

Coz with my mother you don’t fuck

Yo my mother my mother

My mother my mother

My mother my mother

Talking about my mother

Don’t get out of line parking at parking spaces

Any queue jumpers she smashes in their faces

I never got bullied when I was at comprehensive

My mother came down and skewered the bullies on the fences

Don’t step to me when you fucking want some

My mother’s got a death with like Charley Bronson

I think I should say I mean I think I should boast

My mother’s got respect from close to close

I bought my mum flowers and TV quick

But let me tell you she don’t take shit

She’e quite strict I got to admit

And you better run if she has a fit

So let me just lay it on the table

She’s psychotic and quite unstable

Don’t get me wrong she’s not that bad

Except last week when she stabbed my dad

Yo my mother my mother

My mother my mother

My mother my mother

Talking about my mother

My momma got a nice range of cake

Don’t buy snickers gets a cheap Aldi fake

I never leave the seat wet coz the toilet’s always clean

Got the best three piece suite I’ve ever see

I bet you think I’m gonna rap about her in a fight

But the fact of the matter is she’s actually polite

She don’t take drugs apart from blood pressure pills

And watches Antiques Roadshow when she’s looking for thrills

Yo I got something to say

That I got a crazy mother from a round the way

If there’s a book club yo she’s in it

And she can clean a room in less than a minute

With aright left right left she’s ruthless

She wears dentures coz she’s toothless

My mother she’s loved by my mateys

She had a wicked perm in the eighties

She loves playing bridge and going to choir

I’ll probably find her dead one day by the fire

At eleven am she’s still in her pyjamas

She loves watching Countdown and costume dramas

In the afternoon she likes to take a nap

But don’t mess with my mam coz she don’t take no crap

Seriously she’s had two hip replacements

She don’t like spicy food but she does like museums

Now she’s the type of mother that don’t drive fast

She likes to talk about the weather forecast

M U M is the way that we are spelling

Don’t mess with us or we’ll be telling

Mumma Mumma that’s who we’re telling

Mess with my mother your gonna pay the penalty

Mumma Mumma that’s who we’re telling

She can bake a cake and she doesn’t need a recipe

My mother’s wicked on mother’s day my mother is wicked on birthdays

She’s wicked on a Tuesday my mother is wicked on, on Christmas

My mother is wicked on new years eve

My mother is wicked on any day of the week

And you can ask her is she wicked and she’ll say yeah she’s wicked

Coz that’s what it is mate

Sometimes I give my mother like a hug and a kiss

Like all holding squeezing her and all love

My mum’s lush and when she’s bit older I recon she could have a purple rinse

Or a blur rinse like a proper mother

Don’t fuck with her coz she will fuck you up ani’t it