Daddy
Chorus
I wanna be just like you
When I grow old
Yes I do x4
Verse 1
You don’t 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 group’s 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 shouldn’t 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 she’s a slut
Don’t you realize Bizarre don’t give a fuck
Chorus
Verse 2
Don’t 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 I’ll call her a whore
Leave her no money and go out on tour
Nah...I’ll probably leave her something
A pack of hot dogs and a fucking dirty muffin
You’re my son, I’m trying to teach you somethin’
You’re 8 years old, it’s time to start to time fuckin’
You know daddy won’t 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.