Daddy?
I want to be just like
When I grow up. Just like
I want to be just like
When I grow up. Just like
I want to be just like
When I grow up. Just like
I want to be just like
When I grow up. Just like
Son, you don't want to be just like your daddy.
Pimping hoes out here driving caddies.
Running round town, f**ing geezers.
Shot's in your a**, catching diseases.
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth.
For f**ing b**hes in they foul mouth.
I can't help it, my group's D12.
All we do is pop pills and stay in jail.
Talking nasty sh**, Bizarre won't stop.
I f** 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 b**h when she talk back.
Matter fact slap her until she's a s*ut.
Don't you realize Bizarre don't give a f**?
Don't go to school, become a catholic priest.
Sell crack to your auntie Denise.
If auntie Denise is short 40 cent
Make her get on the ground and s** some more dick.
Nas is probably gon hate me.
When Mos Def hear this he probably gon suffocate me.
Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon do is talk about who*es and smoking crack.
If your wife is pregnant I call her a who*e.
Leave her no money and go out on tour.
Nah, I'm playing leave her something.
I pack a hot dog and a f**ing dirty muffin. (Damn)
You're my son, I'm trynna teach you something.
You're eight years old? It's time to start f**ing.
You know daddy won't give you the wrong advice.
Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice.