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[W.C.]
FUCK MY DADDY, is somethin I've wantin to say for the longest
I'm givin peace to moms, cause was the strongest
Cause daddy me at a young age
And shoved me and my baby my mother's way
And home late every night
I used to hear him momma by the neck, lookin for fights
Lit as a wino, but as a psycho
I used to hide under the covers with my eyes
Cryin and hopin tonight that daddy didn't
Cause momma need stitches in her top lip
daddy got mad and beat the hell out of her
And throwin chairs against the wall night, became a regular
I used to pray and hope that would die
Cause over nothin momma's a swoll up black eye
And at the end of my prayers, myself to sleep
All I could think about was FUCK MY
A well rounded family, yo I don't
The way I grew up, wasn't nuthin like The Show
Pops gave me no props, just cheap shots
Say the wrong thing and I just get dropped
Cause I remember times when I for a quarter
And pops was on the verge of a voluntary
Always about the bills he had to pay
The of his life, I thought about a runaway
Front for his friends and spendin all his
on his women, his dope and binges
My brother, my mother and me got two's and
pants, Top Ramen, and holy shoes
It even got so scandalous, had me spendin the night
graveyard chances
Sleepin in the bed with his kids
And I'm scared to my momma cause I might not live
I guess that you can say Poppa was a Rolling Stone
But me I'm just a of the plague of the broken home
sad face with the sickness
Daddy must die, God is my
For doin my wrong, and breakin up her happy home
The that I wrote this song
is for those who can't or won't, I say it
MY DADDY!
"Now you know, that you can't your momma we came here tonight."
"But my moms."
"I don't care, I'm your daddy -- boy you don't be back"
"That right though."
"I SAID you don't talk to me son, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?"
"Yeah but my mom though, you can't do that."
"Don't talk back to me boy! Come here, I'll your little ass!"
[W.C.]
Thank you momma for givin birth to me, God
you coulda got an abortion, and have to deal with me
I know the last twelve has been hell
You had two roles to play, momma and as well
I'm sorry for the times I trouble home
Without a daddy thought a lot I had to on my own
At the young age of nine I start brews
And I had to teach myself how to screw
And for my little brother things wasn't no see
To him I was the closest thing he ever had to
him with his school and then taught him how to squab
Momma around, cause see she had three jobs
Cause daddy tracked out, and left us with the bills
Now we Wish burgers, and stale bread, and Skittles
Huh, and now that I look back, I'm glad I was
Cause nowadays I peeled his cap
Woulda grew up in a or penetentiary
Spendin most of my life, in security
But nah, cause I'll be out just like a sucka
When I was young, pops told me that I'd to be nuttin
They keep tellin me revenge is a loss so don't
But everytime I think of I think of broke necks
Now, some might say I'm wrong for speakin the truth
But when you tell the truth you gotta kick the whole
ain't a diss to every father cause some fathers are cool
This is a message the Dub, that I had to include
To kid on the Circle like me, hurtin badly
Put up your finger and say, FUCK MY DADDY!
"Fuck you, young ass motherfuckin daddy!"