I hate when my mother talks about stupidity

Elitist bitch

A college degree does not crown you

Years of life do not guarantee wisdom

I don't want to listen to your mindless anger

As you mumble black words under your breath

Because people don't agree with everything you say

I would rather talk to the bum behind Save-A lot

The "trailer park trash" with greasy blond hair

The druggies smoking a joint in the abandoned house

The Mexican family playing reggae and cooking beans

Maybe they could provide me with some conversation

Your hate, frizzy hair, and arrogance only manages,

To make me want to open the car door

And fucking push you out