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[W.C.]
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FUCK MY DADDY, is somethin I've been wantin to say for the longest
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I'm givin peace to moms, cause moms was the strongest
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Cause daddy abandoned me at a young age
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And shoved me and my baby brother my mother's way
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And comin home late every night
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I used to hear him grabbin momma by the neck, lookin for fights
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Lit as a wino, but sick as a psycho
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I used to hide under the covers with my eyes closed
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Cryin and hopin tonight that daddy didn't trip
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Cause momma already need stitches in her top lip
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Cause daddy got mad and beat the hell out of her
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And throwin chairs against the wall every night, became a regular
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I used to pray and hope that daddy would die
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Cause over nothin momma's sufferin a swoll up black eye
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And at the end of my prayers, cryin myself to sleep
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All I could think about was FUCK MY DADDY
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A well rounded family, yo I don't know
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The way I grew up, wasn't nuthin like The Cosby Show
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Pops never gave me no props, just cheap shots
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Say the wrong thing and I just might get dropped
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Cause I remember times when I asked for a quarter
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And pops was on the verge of a voluntary manslaughter
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Always screamin about the bills he had to pay
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The story of his life, I thought about a runaway
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Front for his friends and spendin all his ends
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on his women, his dope and alcohol binges
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My brother, my mother and me got two's and fews
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Secondhand pants, Top Ramen, and holy shoes
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It even got so scandalous, pops had me spendin the night
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takin graveyard chances
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Sleepin in the bed with his girlfriend kids
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And I'm scared to tell my momma cause I might not live
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I guess that you can say that Poppa was a Rolling Stone
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But me I'm just a victim of the plague of the broken home
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Another sad face with the sickness
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Daddy must die, God is my witness
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For doin my mother wrong, and breakin up her happy home
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The reason that I wrote this song
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is for those who can't or won't, I say it gladly
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FUCK MY DADDY!
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"Now you know, that you can't tell your momma we came here tonight."
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"But that's my moms."
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"I don't care, I'm your daddy -- boy you don't be talkin back"
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"That ain't right though."
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"I SAID you don't talk back to me son, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?"
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"Yeah but that's my mom though, you can't do that."
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"Don't talk back to me boy! Come here, I'll whoop your little ass!"
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[W.C.]
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Thank you momma for givin birth to me, God knows
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you coulda got an abortion, and didn't have to deal with me
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I know the last twelve years has been hell
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You had two roles to play, momma and daddy as well
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I'm sorry for the times I brought trouble home
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Without a daddy thought a lot I had to learn on my own
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At the young age of nine I start drinkin brews
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And I even had to teach myself how to screw
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And for my little brother things wasn't no better see
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To him I was the closest thing he ever had to daddy
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Helped him with his school and then taught him how to squab
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Momma wasn't around, cause see she had three jobs
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Cause daddy done tracked out, and left us with the bills
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Now we eatin Wish burgers, and stale bread, and Skittles
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Huh, and now that I look back, I'm glad I was young
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Cause nowadays I mighta peeled his cap
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Woulda grew up in a crazyhouse or penetentiary
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Spendin most of my life, in maximum security
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But nah, cause I'll be goin out just like a sucka
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When I was young, pops told me that I'd grow to be nuttin
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They keep tellin me revenge is a loss so don't sweat
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But everytime I think of daddy I think of broke necks
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Now, some might say that I'm wrong for speakin the truth
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But when you tell the truth you gotta kick the whole scoop
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This ain't a diss to every father cause some fathers are cool
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This is a message from the Dub, that I had to include
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To every kid on the Circle like me, hurtin badly
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Put up your middle finger and say, FUCK MY DADDY!
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"Fuck you, young ass punk motherfuckin daddy!"
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Fuck My Daddy
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| W.C. And The Maad Circle |
