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