And so it goes...

My momma says I can't come play...

She says your hair has lice!

Your daddy's out rolling dice,

Your momma's always gulping spice

My momma says I can't come play...

Your house is full of mice!

Little girl's parents handed down many a tool,

Certain in action..  they weren't bringing up no fool

Following always,never leading...raised her by the rule

Broke their backs,heaped up debt-sent her to private school

Over-zealous,nurtured her malice...gleaming jewel amidst the stool

Shocking then...when their princess grew up to be a ghoul!

Parental guidance-; encyclopaedic expedition of grave misconception

Generation upon generation caught up in this contraption,

False pride and prejudice blown up into full erection -

Release comes with spreading disease, stunting our progression

Tears of its victims flooding...filling a murdering ocean!

Merciless hatred, for which there is just no potion...

My momma says I can't come play...

Said your mom treatred her badly -

Said she had lice, her daddy rolled dice

and her mom was high on the spice!

My momma says I can't come play...

She says your mom is a ghoul!

So surely, you're just as cruel...

She says that I should treat you cool

And so it goes...