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[W.C.] 
FUCK MY DADDY, is somethin I've been wantin to say for the longest 
I'm givin peace to moms, cause moms was the strongest 
Cause daddy abandoned me at a young age 
And shoved me and my baby brother my mother's way 
And comin home late every night 
I used to hear him grabbin momma by the neck, lookin for fights 
Lit as a wino, but sick as a psycho 
I used to hide under the covers with my eyes closed 
Cryin and hopin tonight that daddy didn't trip 
Cause momma already need stitches in her top lip 
Cause daddy got mad and beat the hell out of her 
And throwin chairs against the wall every night, became a regular 
I used to pray and hope that daddy would die 
Cause over nothin momma's sufferin a swoll up black eye 
And at the end of my prayers, cryin myself to sleep 
All I could think about was FUCK MY DADDY 

A well rounded family, yo I don't know 
The way I grew up, wasn't nuthin like The Cosby Show 
Pops never gave me no props, just cheap shots 
Say the wrong thing and I just might get dropped 
Cause I remember times when I asked for a quarter 
And pops was on the verge of a voluntary manslaughter 
Always screamin about the bills he had to pay 
The story of his life, I thought about a runaway 
Front for his friends and spendin all his ends 
on his women, his dope and alcohol binges 
My brother, my mother and me got two's and fews 
Secondhand pants, Top Ramen, and holy shoes 
It even got so scandalous, pops had me spendin the night 
takin graveyard chances 
Sleepin in the bed with his girlfriend kids 
And I'm scared to tell my momma cause I might not live 
I guess that you can say that Poppa was a Rolling Stone 
But me I'm just a victim of the plague of the broken home 
Another sad face with the sickness 
Daddy must die, God is my witness 
For doin my mother wrong, and breakin up her happy home 
The reason that I wrote this song 
is for those who can't or won't, I say it gladly 
FUCK MY DADDY! 

"Now you know, that you can't tell your momma we came here tonight." 
"But that's my moms." 
"I don't care, I'm your daddy -- boy you don't be talkin back" 
"That ain't right though." 
"I SAID you don't talk back to me son, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" 
"Yeah but that's my mom though, you can't do that." 
"Don't talk back to me boy! Come here, I'll whoop your little ass!" 

[W.C.] 
Thank you momma for givin birth to me, God knows 
you coulda got an abortion, and didn't have to deal with me 
I know the last twelve years has been hell 
You had two roles to play, momma and daddy as well 
I'm sorry for the times I brought trouble home 
Without a daddy thought a lot I had to learn on my own 
At the young age of nine I start drinkin brews 
And I even had to teach myself how to screw 
And for my little brother things wasn't no better see 
To him I was the closest thing he ever had to daddy 
Helped him with his school and then taught him how to squab 
Momma wasn't around, cause see she had three jobs 
Cause daddy done tracked out, and left us with the bills 
Now we eatin Wish burgers, and stale bread, and Skittles 
Huh, and now that I look back, I'm glad I was young 
Cause nowadays I mighta peeled his cap 
Woulda grew up in a crazyhouse or penetentiary 
Spendin most of my life, in maximum security 
But nah, cause I'll be goin out just like a sucka 
When I was young, pops told me that I'd grow to be nuttin 
They keep tellin me revenge is a loss so don't sweat 
But everytime I think of daddy I think of broke necks 
Now, some might say that I'm wrong for speakin the truth 
But when you tell the truth you gotta kick the whole scoop 
This ain't a diss to every father cause some fathers are cool 
This is a message from the Dub, that I had to include 
To every kid on the Circle like me, hurtin badly 
Put up your middle finger and say, FUCK MY DADDY! 

"Fuck you, young ass punk motherfuckin daddy!"

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