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krs one greenie - a liar, a sneak, a cheat, & a thief كلمات الأغنية

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[[[“i’m going to count backwards from 3 to 1… and when i get to 1… you will be back
at the time when your father first made you feel that way… 3… 2… 1…”]]]

verse 1
dad, you disgusted me… the way you ain’t trusted me…
–i’z so scared o’ you touchin me (that) i repeated reluctantly…
your words mind f-ckin’ me… why you so rough w/ me… ?
… u said it would toughen me, that sh-t ain’t do nothin’ b
why would u yell?– why would u hollar?… why would u twist my shirt collar… ?
why would u talk sh-t to momma, why would u u create so much drama?…
why would u threaten to kill me just cuz i ain’t confess
that i stole a hustler magazine outta yo f-ckin’ desk! ?
please let go of me, dad(dy)—i don’t wanna get beat…
“you’re a little piece of sh-t, you little m-th-f-ckin’ thief”
how dare you f-ckin’ lie to me? don’t you sit there and cry to me!
i’ll teach you to respect my privacy…

chorus
yer a liar – a sneak- – a cheat – and a thief…
say it over and over or i’ll knock out ‘dem teeth…
“i’m a liar… a sneak… a cheat… and a thief…
plz don’t hit me dad… i don’t ‘wanna get beat…”

verse 2
the more we say who we are, we become what we say…
— u made me call myself a thief… just about every day…
in ‘da 2 decades that p-ssed by, dad– i’d sit and i’d ask why…
i never (even) got to have jus’ one f-ckin last cry…
but i can’t let it just p-ss by—(so )(here) i ain’t gonna soften it…
yessss—- i stole that magazine… dad—an’ i even jerked off in it!
instead of making me scream, “i don’t wanna get hit.”.
you coulda sat me down and really taught me some sh-t…
but since u was too p-ssy, i hadta learn from your hustlers…
all i learned about love was “b-tch, i wanna f-ck ya”
an i was so little, yo– i ain’t weigh a buck thirty…
u never did hit me but u ain’t hafta to hurt me…
cuz whas even worse… was how i lived out your curse…
when (next) i broke in that office and stole the princ-p-l’s purse…
i was a thief dad, your words did more than just hurt…
thas why i imbezzled from every store where i worked…
—cuz i’m a cheat dad—thas what u taught me…
–when i took that magazine and yo fat -ss caught me…
u think this sounds wrong, u just embarr-ssed found p-rn?
or iz u mo’ embarr-ssed now that your story’s a rap song?

chorus
yer a liar – a sneak- – a cheat – and a thief…
say it over and over or i’ll knock out ‘dem teeth…
“i’m a liar… a sneak… a cheat… and a thief…
plz don’t hit me daddy… i don’t ‘wanna get beat…

verse #3
no other animal dad f-cks up it’s kids how we do…
but i’m a father now an, man, you someone i see through…
i ain’t wanna be you,… kayden’s turning four…
an’ i (jus)’ caught her stealin’ stuff outta my (own) drawer…
–when i said “whachu doin?” that little thief f-ckin lied…
— completely denied… (an’) i swear that i tried…
to hold myself back, dad what should i teach her?
do i twist her pink t-shirt? do i threaten to beat her?
all i know’z—what u taught me… please god– don’t let my fist c-ck…
is this how you felt, dad? wuz you tryin to stop?
wuz u doin me—just how your dad did you?
i wanna go off on kayden —(but) d-mn–dad… — i—forgive you…

i forgive u… kayden—and myself—i’m a end this f-cked up pattern today… i’m letting go…

final chorus
i’m not a liar, i’m not a sneak, i’m not a cheat, or a thief…
i’m a great dad—and my kids will never get beat
kayden—you’re beautiful, a princess, a goddess…
whatever u do, girl, i know u tryin’ yer hardest…
say it over and over— say it just like that–
you’re a good girl and (your) dad’s got your back…

[[[“i see we’ve made a lot of progress today, andrew— i think you should come back again next week…”]]

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