America Eats Its Young lyrics

[Instrumental intro 0:00-1:49]

[Verse: George Clinton]
A luscious b*tch she is, true
But it's not nice to fool Mother Nature
The proud mother of God, like all hoes, 
Is jealous of her own shadow
So who is this young Vic Tanny b*tch?
Who wish to be queen for a day, 
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons and daughters of her jealous man
By sucking their brain until their ability to think was amputated, 
Or pimping their instincts, until they were fat, horny, and strung-out
In her neurotic attempt to be queen of the universe?
Who is this b*tch?

[Instrumental outro 2:33-5:54]