[Part 1]

[Verse 1]
Yo
I’m the M to the C to the M-O-M
And when it comes to mom rappers I’m the biggity best of them
Sendin' out this rhyme to my homie number one
His name’s Carl Stewart but to me he’s just "son"
Word up!

[Verse 2]
You left some stuff behind that I can send ya if you need
Like your best friend bear, and your magazines
Going through all this stuff but it looks pretty risky
You use so much lotion but your socks sure are crispy
I've been cleanin’ with the broom and the vacuum
And found Victoria’s secret issues hiding in your room
Every nook and cranny there are wads of tissues
I can't even open this swimsuit issue
I'm gettin’ your sheets so nice and clean
Like when you wet your bed till you were 16
I overreacted, sorry I spanked you
Look another crispy sock, [sniffs], no thank you!
Crispy socks here, crispy socks there
Crispy socks with some mystery hair
[Part 2]
Oh, oh the beat changed up

[Verse 2]
I got the kitchen and the basement and the living room
And since your dad met that bitch I got his office too
Got my juices goin’
My rhymes flowin’
My rap blowin’ showin’ no signs of slowin’
I can feel my skills growing
Took a little practice to crack this
These lyrical gymnastics, but now the fact is
Queen B, Imma be throwin’ out your fuckin' mattress
Hell yea, baddest bitch in the biz
Takin’ the show on the road, you can clean up your own jizz, n***a
Peace
[On Screen: MADE BY MC MOM]