[Spoken intro: *A robotic, distorted voice*] **"Initiating... Maternal... Roast... Protocol.... Version 2.0"** [Verse 1: High-pitched, glitchy Hyper-pop vocals. Fast tempo, heavy synth-pop elements. Lots of "stutter" effects on the words.] She tried to put the cat in the toaster To see if he’d come out a golden-brown roast YO MAMA! She tried to water the plastic ferns And cried for an hour when the sunlight burns YO MAMA! The foliage that wasn't even real She’s got a logic that’s a surreal deal. YO MAMA! [Chorus] Oh, your mama’s got a vacuum in her head Where the common sense should’ve been instead YO MAMA! She’s a pioneer of the profoundly blind A one-woman race for the slowest mind YO MAMA! She’s a marvel, she’s a wonder, she’s a glitch in the plan The only person who could lose a game of "Who Am I?" to a tin can. YO MAMA! [Verse 2] She bought a map of the world, a giant wall chart Then she tried to fold it to fit in the cart YO MAMA! She spent three hours staring at a carton of juice Because it said "Concentrate," and she let her brain loose YO MAMA! She thought the "Do Not Enter" sign was a dare So she walked through the wall and ended up in the air. YO MAMA! [Bridge] [Music slows down, a bit more atmospheric, almost dramatic] I saw her at the library, looking truly distressed She was trying to alphabetize the books by their dress YO MAMA! She asked the librarian where the internet was kept And when the librarian sighed, your mama just wept YO MAMA! Because she thought the sigh was a secret code For a bridge that was about to explode. YO MAMA! [Breakdown: Glitched textures] [Guitar Solo - chaotic but melodic] [Verse 3] She tried to download a sandwich from a website link She tried to wash her car with a kitchen sink YO MAMA! She called the police to report a stolen thought Then forgot who the thief was, or what had been bought YO MAMA! She’s the only soul who can get lost in a hall And end up leaning against the same wall. YO MAMA! [Outro] [Tempo speeds up, building to a climax] Yeah, she’s special, she’s a rare breed of daze A walking, talking, confused little maze YO MAMA! But hey, give her credit, give her a crown She’s the only one who can turn a "win" into a "down" YO MAMA! [Spoken] Seriously, man, did she really try to charge her phone using a lemon? [Pause] ...No way. [Big finish] YO MAMA!
