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[W.C.]
FUCK MY DADDY, is somethin been wantin to say for the longest
I'm givin peace to moms, cause moms was the
Cause daddy abandoned me at a age
And shoved me and my baby my mother's way
And home late every night
I used to hear him grabbin by the neck, lookin for fights
Lit as a wino, but sick as a
I used to hide under the covers with my closed
Cryin and hopin tonight that daddy trip
momma already need 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 up black eye
And at the end of my prayers, cryin myself to
All I could think about was MY DADDY
A rounded family, yo I don't know
The way I grew up, wasn't nuthin like The Cosby
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 was on the verge of a voluntary manslaughter
Always screamin about the he had to pay
The story of his life, I thought about a
for his friends and spendin all his ends
on his women, his and alcohol binges
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
takin chances
in the bed with his girlfriend 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 a victim of the plague of the broken home
Another sad face the sickness
must die, God is my witness
For my mother wrong, and breakin up her happy home
The reason that I this song
is for who can't or won't, I say it gladly
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 be talkin back"
"That ain't though."
"I SAID you don't talk back to me son, WHAT'S WITH YOU?"
"Yeah but my mom though, you can't do that."
"Don't talk back to me boy! here, I'll whoop your little ass!"
[W.C.]
Thank you momma for givin 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 roles to play, momma and as well
I'm sorry for the I brought trouble home
Without a thought a lot I had to learn on my own
At the young age of nine I start brews
And I even had to teach myself how to
And for my little brother things no better see
To him I was the closest thing he had to daddy
Helped him with his school and then him how to squab
Momma around, cause see she had three jobs
Cause daddy done tracked out, and left us with the
Now we eatin Wish burgers, and bread, and Skittles
Huh, and now that I look back, I'm I was young
Cause nowadays I peeled his cap
Woulda up in a crazyhouse or penetentiary
most of my life, in maximum security
But nah, cause I'll be goin out like a sucka
When I was young, pops told me I'd grow to be nuttin
They keep me revenge is a loss so don't sweat
But everytime I think of daddy I think of broke
Now, might say that I'm wrong for speakin the truth
But when you tell the truth you gotta kick the whole
This ain't a diss to every father some fathers are cool
This is a from the Dub, that I had to include
To every kid on the Circle like me, badly
Put up your middle finger and say, MY DADDY!
"Fuck you, young ass punk daddy!"