They hop on my dick like they got no dad
You, you, you have to pay for that
And i got them gold bottles, first place
I shot my dad in the face
My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,
I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule
What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry
One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b
Fu* my real dad he was never in my life
In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
Won't run out anytime soon
But it's my dad singing to the tune,
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