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fuck my dad (extended mix) - insane clown posse lyrics

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[intro: lyte & jumpsteady]
it takes two to make a human’s life true and right
but it only takes one to ruin life
and that’s been fact, be ready for that impact
no matter how you spin that blessin’, a curse
the lesson gets worse, the pressure when you stressin’ a birth
you don’t see your own demise ’cause you blind as f*ck
you opened your eyes, but your time is up
nine month process, god’s test
odd, yes, but when they makin’ progress
towards supplyin’ or providin’ the help
and you just bought your one*way ticket straight ridin’ to h*ll
you f*ckin’ dealt with what you was handed
left on the planet abandoned and stranded
and yes i’m demandin’, dad, it’s time to man up
and what, you’re makin’ me vomit, ain’t no comedy comic
when i’m tellin’ you to stand up, no d*mn love
no dignity, no child support, you’re sh*t, a pile of sort
and i’m gonna catch you slippin’, sneak ya ass and smile in court
[?] to walk in the shoes, it’s easy to tell issue
with disease and [?] burden [?]
the flames of pain where h*ll is
i’m knowin’ that you gon’ burn, over, end up in a urn, lowered
in the [?] you f*ckin’ sperm donor
somethin’ that you fittin’ to miss, life, a challenge it is
shoutout to the independent women winnin’ and handlin’ biz
imagine a mother f*cker that never took initiaive
a b*tch you life with the sh*t
for the rest of your life for the sh*t you did
i’ll split your wig and definitely leave your head leakin’
deadbeat, you hearin’ what i’m sayin’
i’m sprayin’ and lettin’ lead speak
[?] deep, i’m lovin’ ya, pop, for steppin’ up to the plate
they p*ssy if they don’t, it ain’t a f*ckin’ debate
his son [?], picture the noose
i speak to the youth, don’t be a deadbeat dad
like richard bruce
“you left our mom with three little kids without a dime of child support. she worked three jobs for mad years to provide for us, while you just bounced without never looking back. you aren’t even worth the anger, but if i ever seen you again, i would just start punching you in your face until your t**th caved in just out of respect for our moms.”
[verse 1: violent j]
dear dead beat dad, suck a fat d*ck, coward
we turned out dangerous, and high powered
i thank god you wasn’t around
to instill your b*tchness in our business
faint memories, yeah i have some
a clear conscious, you don’t have one
what kind of heartless fool takes off
on three kids and a wife, you soft
sorry, rick, hope you like d*ck
’cause you’ll be sucking ’em in h*ll, you pr*ck
don’t it feel like you forgot some people
look in the mirror, don’t you see evil?
left us for dead, never looked back
all that having a father, you took that
well f*ck you, ’cause i never understood that
and if we ever cross paths, i’ma react

[chorus]
f*ck my dad, f*ck my deadbeat dad
punk b*tch couldn’t hang, and i’m glad
if your dad’s like richard bruce, and you got something to say
scream “thanks for nothing, b*tch”
f*ck my dad, f*ck my deadbeat dad
punk b*tch couldn’t hang, and i’m glad
if your dad’s like richard bruce, and you got something to say
scream “thanks for nothing, b*tch”
[post*chorus 1: sh*ggy 2 dope & violent j]
“what kind of pathetic piece of b*tch” (rick bruce)
“can’t even raise his own f*ckin’ kids” (rick bruce)
“you got a soft, voluptuous b*tch’s ass” (rick bruce)
“you punk b*tch*ass b*tch!”

[verse 2: violent j]
your own brother tried to pick up the pieces
but saw nothing but doom for these kids
and in the void you left, stepped in a satan
that has affected our family now for generations
we still feel that pain to this day
and i’m blaming it on you, for laming us away
no child support no help no care
where the f*ck was you in our lives? nowhere
that f*cking blows my mind, i can’t fathom the b*tch in you
i hope you hear this and it sickens you, pig
no thanks to you, b*tch
i’m real, i’m there for my kids, snake
a family worldwide, i ain’t doing bad
i hope you’re broke, alone, and sad, i swear to god i’ll be glad
eat a fist up, you gutless b*st*rd of a man
and if i see you, i’m stompin’ you, it’s always been the plan

[chorus]
f*ck my dad, f*ck my deadbeat dad
punk b*tch couldn’t hang, and i’m glad
if your dad’s like richard bruce, and you got something to say
scream “thanks for nothing, b*tch”
f*ck my dad, f*ck my deadbeat dad
punk b*tch couldn’t hang, and i’m glad
if your dad’s like richard bruce, and you got something to say
scream “thanks for nothing, b*tch”
[post*chorus 2: sh*ggy 2 dope & violent j]
“you a b*tch*ass” (rick bruce)
“you got a p*ssy where your b*tthole goes” (rick bruce)
“you ain’t a man, you a man’s b*tch” (rick bruce)
“you b*tch*ass punk p*ssy*ass ho b*tch!”

[verse 3: violent j]
my dead beat dad, my dead beat dad
mr. richard bruce is a dead beat dad
somewhere in arizona, a prison guard
it figures, you’d be a f*ckin’ pig in the yard (b*tch)
whoever you are, wherever you go
my family tree will always know, what a ho
richard bruce was and is, or is it rick?
you ain’t worth this beat, b*tch, you make me sick

[chorus]
f*ck my dad, f*ck my deadbeat dad
punk b*tch couldn’t hang, and i’m glad
if your dad’s like richard bruce, and you got something to say
scream “thanks for nothing, b*tch”
f*ck my dad, f*ck my deadbeat dad
punk b*tch couldn’t hang, and i’m glad
if your dad’s like richard bruce, and you got something to say
scream “thanks for nothing, b*tch”

[outro]
he ain’t sh*t (rick bruce)
he ain’t sh*t (rick bruce)
he ain’t sh*t (rick bruce)
thanks for nothing, b*tch
he ain’t sh*t (rick bruce)
he ain’t sh*t (rick bruce)
he ain’t sh*t (rick bruce)
thanks for nothing, b*tch
“happy fathers day, f*cker”

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