Cousin Tiffany's Wedding - Mac Lethal

When I was little I would sleep inside a laundry basket

My uncle Shawn was smoking meth wearing an army jacket

He’d take a hit and mush my face in, then he’d call me faggot

He drove an 87 Celica, he pawned his classic

My mom would reach inside, reach inside the kitchen cabinet

Shed grab a plate and throw it at my dad like listen that’s it

You cheat on me again, I’ll wait before I get too graphic

Let me change the subject;

Daddy’s still alive

I’ll get my ass kicked, cousin Stevie went and overdosed on OxyContin

His baby momma didn’t visit said its not a problem

I didn’t visit either though I guess my heart is rotten

That motherfucker never thanked me for the car I bought him

But come to think of it I probably shouldn’t diss him like that

Cause he has PTSD in 03 he went to Iraq

Got his left arm blown off, they sent him right back

Now he’s addicted to crack, damn

My family is fucked up

At my cousin Tiffany’s wedding, my uncle Daryl was drunk

So drunk that he couldn’t do the father-daughter dance

He couldn’t even stand to show the family crest alcohol and drugs

Cousins making love and a dirty pack of bud

We don’t use love, we communicate with violence

Guess that’s pretty normal when your lineage is Irish like this

I used to sleep up in the back of dads Cutlass Supreme

1984 Oldsmobile, ugly and green

Chilling in my car seat, making up songs to the rhythm of my heartbeat

Listen to me, I was just another whisky soaked embryo

Momma said its cold outside baby so get a coat

I asked my dad if he would tell me about baseball

And he just told me 50 different reasons that he didn’t vote

That’s my family, the old brain trust

My uncle got a nostril full of old cocaine crust

My racist grandfather screaming at the evening news

«If these damn minorities don’t like it, don’t blame us!»

I used to tell him he was so wrong

He’d say «Little boy you don’t pay the bills here, so long!»

I would leave, I ain’t that type of guy

He saw his grave before we ever saw eye to eye, so long

My family is fucked up

At my cousin Tiffany’s wedding, my uncle Daryl was drunk

So drunk that he couldn’t do the father-daughter dance

He couldn’t even stand to show the family crest alcohol and drugs

Cousins making love and a dirty pack of bud

We don’t use love, we communicate with violence

Guess that’s pretty normal when your lineage is Irish