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 cranium
the $$#itence 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