Your Mother is a Basketball Joe Hawley (Ft. Allegra Rosenberg, Michael Gregory & Stephanie Koenig)
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Your mother's so fat they didn't call Ghostbusters
Stay Puft Man was all, "I don't trust her."
In other words, she ate him
Stay Puft Man's big, so that's how we know she's fat--
Just to clarify
Basketball, a basketball
Yeah, well, your mother is a basketball
I went there: your mother is a basketball
A basketball, she's a basketball
Stop. Everybody take 5
Good show, guys, but I don't feel a vibe
Let it all out; don't hold back; incriminate
Here on this court, you gotta push it to the limit, mate
Reach deep inside, throw the shots, come alive
I'll be here tweeting the whole thing live
So guys, be loquacious; show off your gall!
What did you say his mother was again? (A basketball.)
A basketball
After all, she's bouncing like she had a bottle of Adderall
She's also fat--not sure if I mentioned that--
Twenty-nine inches wide from all sides, to be exact
Man, that's wack. I object! But, to change the subject
I double dribbl'd your Mom's bombs and she liked it
Now I'm flying higher than a window wiper
Where you're airing free throws like a drunken sniper
Stay Puft Man was all, "I don't trust her."
In other words, she ate him
Stay Puft Man's big, so that's how we know she's fat--
Just to clarify
Basketball, a basketball
Yeah, well, your mother is a basketball
I went there: your mother is a basketball
A basketball, she's a basketball
Stop. Everybody take 5
Good show, guys, but I don't feel a vibe
Let it all out; don't hold back; incriminate
Here on this court, you gotta push it to the limit, mate
Reach deep inside, throw the shots, come alive
I'll be here tweeting the whole thing live
So guys, be loquacious; show off your gall!
What did you say his mother was again? (A basketball.)
A basketball
After all, she's bouncing like she had a bottle of Adderall
She's also fat--not sure if I mentioned that--
Twenty-nine inches wide from all sides, to be exact
Man, that's wack. I object! But, to change the subject
I double dribbl'd your Mom's bombs and she liked it
Now I'm flying higher than a window wiper
Where you're airing free throws like a drunken sniper
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