Fuck My Dad (Richard Bruce)

Lyrics

[Intro: Jumpsteady] "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 teeth caved in just out of respect for our moms." [Verse 1: Violent J] Dear dead beat dad, suck a fat dick, coward We turned out dangerous, and high powered I thank God you wasn't around To instill your bitchness 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 dick 'Cause you'll be sucking 'em in Hell, you prick 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 fuck you, 'cause I never understood that And if we ever cross paths, I'ma react [Chorus] Fuck my dad, fuck my deadbeat dad Punk bitch couldn't hang, and I'm glad If your dad's like Richard bruce, and you got something to say Scream "thanks for nothing, bitch" Fuck my dad, fuck my deadbeat dad Punk bitch couldn't hang, and I'm glad If your dad's like Richard bruce, and you got something to say Scream "thanks for nothing, bitch" [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 your, for laming us away No child support no help no care Where the fuck was you in our lives? Nowhere That fucking blows my mind, I can't fathom the bitch in you I hope you hear this and it sickens you, pig No thanks to you, bitch I got a hottie-ass wife and two beautiful kids 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 bastard of a man And if I meet you, I'm sockin' you, it's always been the plan [Chorus] Fuck my dad, fuck my deadbeat dad Punk bitch couldn't hang, and I'm glad If your dad's like Richard bruce, and you got something to say Scream "thanks for nothing, bitch" Fuck my dad, fuck my deadbeat dad Punk bitch couldn't hang, and I'm glad If your dad's like Richard bruce, and you got something to say Scream "thanks for nothing, bitch" [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 fuckin' pig in the yard (Bitch) 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, bitch, you make me sick [Chorus] Fuck my dad, fuck my deadbeat dad Punk bitch couldn't hang, and I'm glad If your dad's like Richard bruce, and you got something to say Scream "thanks for nothing, bitch" Fuck my dad, fuck my deadbeat dad Punk bitch couldn't hang, and I'm glad If your dad's like Richard bruce, and you got something to say Scream "thanks for nothing, bitch" [Outro] He ain't shit (Rick Bruce) He ain't shit (Rick Bruce) He ain't shit (Rick Bruce) Thanks for nothing, bitch He ain't shit (Rick Bruce) He ain't shit (Rick Bruce) He ain't shit (Rick Bruce) Thanks for nothing, bitch "Happy fathers day, fucker"