In-Con Sequential Art
Friday
Nov112011

Your Mom

We’re doin’ your mo-om
We’re doin’ your moooom
We’re doin’ your mo-om
We’re gettin’ it on
We’re doin’ your mo-om
We’re doin’ your moooom
We’re doin’ your mo-om
From dusk until dawn


Your mom’s a commuter, she takes the train
Only bedroom in the world with a carpool lane
Your mom’s like Sinatra, I did her my way
Your bed is the danger zone, your mom is the highway
Just call her Mrs. Bucket, mouth full of my balls
Lands more blows than 50 Steven Segals
She’s a lollipop girl, really likes her suckers
Her milk shake brings the boys to the yard, and then we fuck her
Your mom’s like a concert, got a back stage pass
Call me Gregory Behines, ‘cause I’m tappin’ dat ass!
Your mom’s like a keg, often tapped by a fraternity
Call her prom night, she’s taken so much virginity
I’m smokin’ that vaj, while you’re toasting your bagel
When you’re doin’ your cardio, she’s doin’ her Kegels*
We sympathize, it’s hard to be a son of a MILF
Not as hard as she makes me when she pleasures herself

We’re doin’ your mo-om
We’re doin’ your moooom
We’re doin’ your mo-om
We’re gettin’ it on
We’re doin’ your mo-om
We’re doin’ your moooom
We’re doin’ your mo-om
While’ you’re mowin’ the lawn


Where every man has gone before, this ain’t a trek in the stars
Got her star date set to a year round Pon Farr
You can call me Jack, cause I’m in your mom’s box
Sucks so much cock, uses KY as a mouth wash
She’s a dairy queen, hot eats and cool treats
My Peanut Buster Parfait skeet skeet skeet
Like subway, 5 bucks gets her a foot long
My cock’s the Empire State, your mom is King Kong
We do the inverted jenny, pornographic philatelist
She's like Natalia Patryka, a professional paddlist
Get the gist?  Let me explain, she’s spanking my ass
Cracks that whip like Dr. Jones when there's a snake in her grass
They coined the term fox hole after your mom’s vagina
When they found at least a dozen soldiers hidin’ inside her
I’m not saying she’s slutty, or a whore, though she is
By the way, that’s not milk, it’s a gallon giz

We’re doin’ your mo-om, we’re doin’ your moooom
We’re doin’ your mo-om, we’re gettin’ it on
We’re doin’ your mo-om
We’re doin’ your moooom
We’re doin’ your mo-om
Fucked her more than my palm


When I’m in front and he’s in back and we’re both getting down
We simultaneously bust a nut and then we bust a pound
On the counter top, the living room, and in your father’s den
We got down in the bedroom that you had grown up in


Your mom's kinda old but she gets the job done
I'm Captain Picard, and she's my number one
She’s like a used Toyota, open for a test drive
Only worth 10 achievement points on Xbox live
But that’s the way the wind blows and so does your mom
Lost in her for a decade now, just like Vietnam (lost my ear inside her, just like Vietnam)
I think it’s cool that your family can be who they are
Your mom’s just like your sister, always fucking Death*Star

We’re doin’ your mo-om
Everybody’s doin’ your mom
We’re doin’ your mo-om
Making Internet pr0n
We’re doin’ your mo-om
Who hasn’t done your mom?
If doin’ your mom isn’t right
Then every night we’re wrong

We’re doin’ your mo-om
We’re both doin’ your mom
We’re doin’ your mo-om
I’m Chewie, I’m Han
We’re doin’ your mo-om
Even your dad’s done your mom
We do your mom so frequently
We wrote this fucking song
About doin’ your mom