Yo’ Mama is so poor, when she farts, her holey underwear whistles.

Yo’ Mama is so poor, she hangs the toilet paper out to dry.

Yo’ Mama is so poor, her bathroom consists of a tin can and a pile of leaves.

Yo’ Mama is so poor, she rolls her own tampons.

Yo’ Mama is so poor, the last time she had a hot meal was when a rich man farted.

Yo’ Mama is so poor, she bit off your daddy’s toe ’cause she saw a corn on it.

Yo’ Mama is so poor, when I stepped on a cockroach crawling across her floor, she said, “Now what do we do for supper?”

Yo’ Mama is so poor, when she picks a booger, she yells, “Clap your hands and stomp your feet, praise the Lord, we got meat!”

Yo’ Mama is so poor, when I asked where her bathroom was, she said, “Fourth bottle from the left.”

Yo’ Mama is so nasty, it sounds like Velcro when she takes her panties off.