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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
daddy abandoned me at a young age
And shoved me and my brother my mother's way
And comin late every night
I to hear him grabbin momma by the neck, lookin for fights
Lit as a wino, but as a psycho
I used to hide under the covers my eyes closed
Cryin and hopin tonight that daddy didn't
Cause momma already stitches in her top lip
Cause got mad and beat the hell out of her
And throwin chairs against the wall every night, became a
I to pray and hope that daddy would die
Cause over nothin momma's sufferin a swoll up eye
And at the end of my prayers, cryin to sleep
All I could think was FUCK MY DADDY
A rounded family, yo I don't know
The way I grew up, wasn't nuthin The Cosby Show
Pops never gave me no props, cheap shots
Say the wrong and I just might get dropped
I remember times when I asked for a quarter
And pops was on the verge of a voluntary
Always screamin about the he had to pay
The story of his life, I thought about a
Front for his friends and spendin all his
on his women, his dope and alcohol
My brother, my mother and me got and fews
pants, Top Ramen, and holy shoes
It even got so scandalous, pops had me the night
graveyard chances
Sleepin in the bed with his kids
And I'm scared to tell my momma I might not live
I guess that you can say that was a Rolling Stone
But me I'm just a of the plague of the broken home
Another sad face the sickness
Daddy must die, God is my
For doin my wrong, and breakin up her happy home
The reason that I wrote song
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 care, I'm your daddy -- boy you don't be talkin back"
"That right though."
"I SAID you don't talk 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 momma for givin to me, God knows
you coulda got an abortion, and didn't to deal with me
I know the last twelve years has been
You had two roles to play, momma and daddy as
I'm sorry for the I brought trouble home
a daddy thought a lot I had to learn on my own
At the young age of nine I drinkin brews
And I even had to teach myself how to
And for my little things wasn't no better see
To him I was the closest he ever had to daddy
Helped him his school and then taught him how to squab
wasn't around, cause see she had three jobs
Cause daddy done tracked out, and left us with the
Now we Wish burgers, and stale bread, and Skittles
Huh, and now that I look back, I'm I was young
nowadays I mighta peeled his cap
Woulda up in a crazyhouse or penetentiary
Spendin most of my life, in security
But nah, cause I'll be goin out just like a
I was young, pops told me that I'd grow 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, might say that I'm wrong for speakin the truth
But when you tell the you gotta kick the whole scoop
This ain't a diss to every father some fathers are cool
is a message from the Dub, that I had to include
To every kid on the Circle like me, hurtin
Put up your middle finger and say, MY DADDY!
"Fuck you, young ass punk daddy!"