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[W.C.]
FUCK MY DADDY, is somethin I've wantin to say for the longest
I'm givin to moms, cause moms was the strongest
Cause abandoned me at a young age
And shoved me and my brother my mother's way
And comin home every night
I used to him grabbin momma by the neck, lookin for fights
Lit as a wino, but sick as a
I used to hide under the covers with my closed
and hopin tonight that daddy didn't trip
Cause momma already 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 that daddy would die
over nothin momma's sufferin 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 family, yo I don't know
The way I up, wasn't nuthin like The Cosby Show
never gave me no props, just cheap shots
Say the wrong thing and I just might get
I remember times when I asked for a quarter
And was on the verge of a voluntary manslaughter
Always screamin about the he had to pay
The story of his life, I about a runaway
for his friends and spendin all his ends
on his women, his dope and alcohol
My brother, my mother and me got two's and
Secondhand pants, Top Ramen, and holy
It even got so scandalous, pops had me the night
graveyard chances
Sleepin in the bed his girlfriend kids
And I'm to tell my momma cause I might not live
I that you can say that Poppa was a Rolling Stone
But me I'm just a victim of the plague of the broken
sad face with the sickness
Daddy must die, God is my
For doin my mother wrong, and breakin up her home
The reason I wrote this song
is for who can't or won't, I say it gladly
MY DADDY!
"Now you know, you can't tell your momma we came here tonight."
"But my moms."
"I don't care, I'm your -- boy you don't be talkin back"
"That right though."
"I you don't talk back 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, whoop your little ass!"
[W.C.]
Thank you momma for birth to me, God knows
you got an abortion, and didn't have to deal with me
I know the last twelve years has been
You had two roles to play, momma and daddy as
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 I start drinkin brews
And I had to teach myself how to screw
And for my brother things wasn't no better see
To him I was the closest thing he ever had to
Helped him with his school and then him how to squab
wasn't around, cause see she had three jobs
Cause daddy done tracked out, and left us the bills
Now we eatin Wish burgers, and stale bread, and
Huh, and now that I look back, I'm glad I was
Cause nowadays I mighta his cap
Woulda grew up in a crazyhouse or
Spendin of my life, in maximum security
But nah, cause be goin out just like a sucka
When I was young, pops told me that I'd to be nuttin
They keep me revenge is a loss so don't sweat
But everytime I think of daddy I think of necks
Now, some might say that I'm wrong for speakin the
But when you tell the truth you gotta kick the scoop
ain't a diss to every father cause some fathers are cool
This is a message the Dub, that I had to include
To every kid on the Circle me, hurtin badly
Put up middle finger and say, FUCK MY DADDY!
"Fuck you, ass punk motherfuckin daddy!"