A Song About Ma So Called Father After I Recieved An Amusing Card In The Mail From Him. Real Time Entertainment - Grab The Cash And Bounce (Beat)
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Lyrics
I don’t think men understand what they were doin//
When the cause all this drama its such an influence//
Pack up, leave em, never know if they’re breathin//
Stack up, be men, better go n relieve em//
Of the burden, that worsens their days//
Never met a dad who’s a person, just fake//
Lurkin wit hate, while ya jerkin ma chain//
Dispursin the pain, like I’ve worsened ya day?//
A joke! What a lie, what a cover ta disguise//
All the lies, all the drive that he took n derived//
A scapegoat, a fake hope, yur better today//
But wait slow, take hold I’m never afraid//
Of the same gay games that you played for years//
Of the same lame fame that you claim ya gear…
In motion, every moment you exist//
If we ever met again I’d slap you ta shit//
*Hook 2x*
I don’t know what yur doin, but I know that yur dyin//
Inside tryin to deal wit what you are//
*End Hook*
I say what instead a who cuz you ain’t human, and//
We know every time you spoke you proven that//
Who can match how blind you are?//
Each person you know will find new scars//
When you try to start more aches for fun//
Cry later n say you hate yur son//
Then accuse me that I’ve transformed ta you?//
Difference is I will do what I have ta do//
Take make sure that ma children will be so solid//
They won’t live in shadows wit life abolished//
Lemme get across one pivotal point//
Sex n you dead cause reciprocal joy//
Now go talk about yur pitiful boy//
Ta that little slut, that despicable toy//
No difficult ploy ta blame yur seed//
So all I suggest is you hang n bleed//
*Hook 2x*
I don’t know what yur doin, but I know that yur dyin//
Inside tryin to deal wit what you are//
*End Hook*
Don’t think that what you feel’s monumental//
Don’t think I won’t put steal on two temples//
Or think that I’m missin you for a second//
Or think that I’m wishin you poored ya blessins//
In ma life that you never played a part of//
In this life that you never made ta start up//
I’ve made it this far wit out you here//
I’ve stated this heart, I doubt you hear//
A single word said you selfish fuck//
Its always ‘bout how yur helpless huh?//
Never got it no matter what ya conscious said//
It ain’t about you Jon, yur incompetent//
Keep tellin yurself you were dad a the year//
But truth is, all that you had is a fear//
You weren’t there before, n ya not here now//
Fuck it, I hope you die, n I’m out//
*Hook 2x*
I don’t know what yur doin, but I know that yur dyin//
Inside tryin to deal wit what you are//
*End Hook*