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Daddy Chorus I wanna be just like you When I grow old Yes I do x4 Verse 1 You don’t wanna be just like your daddy Pimpin’ hoes out here driving caddies Runnin’ around town fucking these geezers Shots in your ass catching diseases Son, your daddy got a foul mouth For fucking bitches in their foul mouth I cant help it, my group’s D-12 All we do is pop pills and stay in jail Talkin’ nasty shit, Bizarre wont stop I fuck 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 bitch when she talk back Matter of fact, smack your sister she’s a slut Don’t you realize Bizarre don’t give a fuck Chorus Verse 2 Don’t go to school, become a Catholic priest Sell crack to your Aunty Denise If Aunty Denise is short forty cent Make her get on the ground and suck some more dick Nas is gonna probably hate me When Mos def hear this he probably gonna suffocate me Why they let Bizarre rap on high tech track All he gonna do is talk about hoes and smoking crack If your wife is pregnant I’ll call her a whore Leave her no money and go out on tour Nah...I’ll probably leave her something A pack of hot dogs and a fucking dirty muffin You’re my son, I’m trying to teach you somethin’ You’re 8 years old, it’s time to start to time fuckin’ You know daddy won’t give you the wrong advice Smoke weed, listen to Obie Trice Chorus x 3 All I can tell you how to do is pop pills and stay high Tell them bitches to suck my dick (Ahha!) I'm prepared, YeaYah! A mother-fucking role model. Hi Tech.