I remember when I was 'bout 2 years old   in a play pen on a grassy mole countin cars was some    new schoolbooks Mr. Oswald said were ours   Mama would take us to work and some Cuban held on our hand      Mama was a Hitman      We’d cross the country changing schools   Mama me and some guy named Raul    I failed the fourth grade cause they said I was dumb   they found the principle floatin in a 55-gallon drum   then all the teachers put me on the strait a plan      Mama was a Hitman      I tried basketball in the 7th grade    you could count on one hand the shots that I made   I got to practice so little and didn't play none    until the coach found an ice pick stuck threw his cranium   the assitence coach said son I’m you biggest fan      Mama was a Hitman       She baked seined cookies and red car bombs    all the while disguised as a soccer mom   our little league coach was James Earl Ray   our team pictures were takin by the CIA   she could wack out a witness wile workin the concession stand      Mama was a Hitman      Our babysitter was Mr. something sir hand      Mama was a Hitman      She could build a bomb in a bowl of rasin brand   Piced us up from school and we flew to Afghanistan      Mama was a Hitman