Funkadelic America Eats Its Young Lyrics

{assorted groans, whispers, wails & moans} {spoken} A luscious bitch she is, true But it's not nice to fool mother nature The proud mother of god like all ho's Is jealous of her own shadow So who is this young Vic Tanny bitch Who wish to be queen for a day? Who would sacrifice the great grandsons and daughters Of her jealous mother By sucking their brain Until their ability to think was amputated By pimping their instincts Until they were fat, horny and strung-out In her neurotic attempt to be queen of the universe Who is this bitch?