Текст песни Fuck My Daddy - WC & The Maad Circle, Wc And The Maad Circle

Fuck My Daddy

FUCK MY DADDY, is somethin I’ve been wantin to say for the longest\nI’m givin peace to moms, cause moms was the strongest\nCause daddy abandoned me at a young age\nAnd shoved me and my baby brother my mother’s way\nAnd comin home late every night\nI used to hear him grabbin momma by the neck, lookin for fights\nLit as a wino, but sick as a psycho\nI used to hide under the covers with my eyes closed\nCryin and hopin tonight that daddy didn’t trip\nCause momma already need stitches in her top lip\nCause daddy got mad and beat the hell out of her\nAnd throwin chairs against the wall every night, became a regular\nI used to pray and hope that daddy would die\nCause over nothin momma’s sufferin a swoll up black eye\nAnd at the end of my prayers, cryin myself to sleep\nAll I could think about was FUCK MY DADDY\nA well rounded family, yo I don’t know\nThe way I grew up, wasn’t nuthin like The Cosby Show\nPops never gave me no props, just cheap shots\nSay the wrong thing and I just might get dropped\nCause I remember times when I asked for a quarter\nAnd pops was on the verge of a voluntary manslaughter\nAlways screamin about the bills he had to pay\nThe story of his life, I thought about a runaway\nFront for his friends and spendin all his ends\non his women, his dope and alcohol binges\nMy brother, my mother and me got two’s and fews\nSecondhand pants, Top Ramen, and holy shoes\nIt even got so scandalous, pops had me spendin the night\ntakin graveyard chances\nSleepin in the bed with his girlfriend kids\nAnd I’m scared to tell my momma cause I might not live\nI guess that you can say that Poppa was a Rolling Stone\nBut me I’m just a victim of the plague of the broken home\nAnother sad face with the sickness\nDaddy must die, God is my witness\nFor doin my mother wrong, and breakin up her happy home\nThe reason that I wrote this song\nis for those who can’t or won’t, I say it gladly\nFUCK MY DADDY!\n«Now you know, that you can’t tell your momma we came here tonight.»\n«But that’s my moms.»\n«I don’t care, I’m your daddy -- boy you don’t be talkin back»\n«That ain’t right though.»\n«I SAID you don’t talk back to me son, WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?»\n«Yeah but that’s my mom though, you can’t do that.»\n«Don't talk back to me boy! Come here, I’ll whoop your little ass!»\nThank you momma for givin birth to me, God knows\nyou coulda got an abortion, and didn’t have to deal with me\nI know the last twelve years has been hell\nYou had two roles to play, momma and daddy as well\nI’m sorry for the times I brought trouble home\nWithout a daddy thought a lot I had to learn on my own\nAt the young age of nine I start drinkin brews\nAnd I even had to teach myself how to screw\nAnd for my little brother things wasn’t no better see\nTo him I was the closest thing he ever had to daddy\nHelped him with his school and then taught him how to squab\nMomma wasn’t around, cause see she had three jobs\nCause daddy done tracked out, and left us with the bills\nNow we eatin Wish burgers, and stale bread, and Skittles\nHuh, and now that I look back, I’m glad I was young\nCause nowadays I mighta peeled his cap\nWoulda grew up in a crazyhouse or penetentiary\nSpendin most of my life, in maximum security\nBut nah, cause I’ll be goin out just like a sucka\nWhen I was young, pops told me that I’d grow to be nuttin\nThey keep tellin me revenge is a loss so don’t sweat\nBut everytime I think of daddy I think of broke necks\nNow, some might say that I’m wrong for speakin the truth\nBut when you tell the truth you gotta kick the whole scoop\nThis ain’t a diss to every father cause some fathers are cool\nThis is a message from the Dub, that I had to include\nTo every kid on the Circle like me, hurtin badly\nPut up your middle finger and say, FUCK MY DADDY!\n«Fuck you, young ass punk motherfuckin daddy!»