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insane clown posse – fuck my dad (extended mix) كلمات اغاني

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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”

- insane clown posse

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