Just Like You

Daddy

Chorus
I wanna be just like you
When I grow old
Yes I do x4

Verse 1
You dont wanna be just like your daddy
Pimpin hoes out here driving caddies
Runnin around town fucking these geezers
Shots in your ass catching diseases
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth
For fucking bitches in their foul mouth
I cant help it, my groups D-12
All we do is pop pills and stay in jail
Talkin nasty shit, Bizarre wont stop
I fuck two twins with a midget on top
A sick mind raping an old lady
Knowing damn well Bizarre shouldnt have a baby
All I can teach you, learn how to mac
Smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back
Matter of fact, smack your sister shes a slut
Dont you realize Bizarre dont give a fuck

Chorus

Verse 2
Dont go to school, become a Catholic priest
Sell crack to your Aunty Denise
If Aunty Denise is short forty cent
Make her get on the ground and suck some more dick
Nas is gonna probably hate me
When Mos def hear this he probably gonna suffocate me
Why they let Bizarre rap on high tech track
All he gonna do is talk about hoes and smoking crack
If your wife is pregnant Ill call her a whore
Leave her no money and go out on tour
Nah...Ill probably leave her something
A pack of hot dogs and a fucking dirty muffin
Youre my son, Im trying to teach you somethin
Youre 8 years old, its time to start to time fuckin
You know daddy wont give you the wrong advice
Smoke weed, listen to Obie Trice

Chorus x 3

All I can tell you how to do is pop pills and stay high
Tell them bitches to suck my dick (Ahha!)
I'm prepared, YeaYah!
A mother-fucking role model.
Hi Tech.