Yo Mama So - Rhett and Link

Oh, well, that makes two of us

Except I was thinking about yo mama

Er, what you’ve been thinking?

Oh, you first

Yo mama’s so cuddly

That puppies watch YouTube videos of her

Yo mama’s so bold

She’s featured on the toolbar of Microsoft Word

Yo mama’s so wise

Yoda often texts her for advice

Yo mama’s so nice

I gotta say it twice

She’s nice, nice

Yo mama’s so pleasant

That instead of sweating

Her body emits a continuous gentle breeze

Yo mama’s so precious

That Gollum was like «What ring?»

(Gollum)

Yo mama’s so adaptable

That Darwin wrote a book about her

Entitled «The Origin of the Denises»

Yo mama’s name is Denise, right?

No, it’s Trudy

But she’s so accomodating

She’ll probably answer to it

Yo mama’s so musical

That I confuse yo mama with Yo-Yo Ma

Yo mama’s so chill

That she addresses me as «brah»

Yo mama’s so full of joy and cheer

She put the detergent industry out of business

Yo mama’s so dazzling

That your dad glues her to the outside of your house at Christmas

Yo mama’s so environmentally conscious

That she can read the thoughts of trees

Yo mama’s so creative

MacGyver brings her things and he’s like

«What can I do with these?»

Yo mama’s so brave

That if I saw her fighting a bear

I would pray for the bear

Yo mama’s so compassionate

That she knits sweaters for homeless kittens

Made out of her own hair

Yo mama’s so energetic

That she equals mass times the speed of light

To the second power

Yo mama’s so clean

That she makes the soap feel dirty

When she’s taking a shower

Yo mama’s so magnetic

That she’s even got pull with Magneto

Yo mama’s so enjoyable

She’s like a hug wrapped in laughter

Wrapped in a magic show

Wrapped in a delicious chicken burrito

Yo mama’s so indescribably awesome that…

How indescribably awesome is she?

I’m having a hard time describing her

Yo mama’s so intelligent

That she makes me feel inferior

When I don’t use words good

Yo mama’s so crafty

That she built a fully functional smartphone

Out of glitter and balsa wood

Yo mama’s so outgoing

That she is at this very moment in space

Yo mama’s so careful

That she keeps her iPhone case

In an iPhone case case

Yo mama’s so unpredictable

That psychics refuse to give her a reading

Yo mama’s so persuasive

That she convinced a cop that pulled her over

That he was speeding

Yo mama’s so stable

That horses are like, «Yo, can we stay with you?»

Yo mama’s so resilient

That she sprinkles her cereal with bird flu

Yo mama’s so loving

That I wish she was my mama

You saying you wanna trade mamas?

If that’s what you’re suggesting

Then perhaps, yes

Would that make us brothers?

I don’t think so

But if… if yo mama became my mama

But my mama stayed my mama

I think then would we… we would be brothers

No, I would just be a motherless child

You would have two mothers

Well, maybe we should just hang out

The four of us, more often