okay here s the story about my mom and dad one was white one was black and i bet you think you re glad i m a half breed just look at me my skin is fair yet tan i don t know what the hell i m on so 1 2 1 2 3 slam kinky hair when i wake up straight when i go to bed my dad speaks jive talk to me don t know what he just said my mother she s a honky my dad s kentucky fried i don t know what the hell i m on so 1 2 1 2 3 slam back at home it s black eyed peas with a pot roast on the side it s hot dogs on friday nights the chicken s country fried my dad says yo boy pass the peas my mom says pass the squash i need something to ease the pain so i ll go downtown and get some downers i m going down whoa man i m a little bit slow but i ve got to get up somehow got no money just a good idea let me tell you how i ll steal my parents credit cards oh yes i ll rip them off i ll go downtown to where dad works and get myself some cocaine now i m high and i m not shy i ll get it off my chest my mom is white she s always right she thinks that she s the best my dad is just a negro he s not one to play golf i don t know what the hell i am so 1 2 1 2 3 slam 1 2 1 2 3 said stop
['melodic hardcore', 'punk', 'ska punk', 'skate punk']