Fuck My Dad (Extended Mix) Insane Clown Posse (Ft. Lyte)
"Fuck My Dad (Extended Mix)" by Insane Clown Posse (Ft. Lyte), released in 2023, is a #HipHop track that delves into themes of familial conflict, personal struggles, and emotional turmoil. The lyrics express frustration and betrayal, particularly in the context of a strained father-son relationship. Musically, the song incorporates heavy beats, dark undertones, and aggressive delivery, characteristic of ICP's style. Its raw honesty resonates with listeners facing similar issues, contributing to its cultural impact within the underground music scene.
[Intro: Lyte & Jumpsteady]
It takes two to make a human's life true and right
But it only takes one to ruin life
And that's been fact, be ready for that impact
No matter how you spin that blessin', a curse
The lesson gets worse, the pressure when you stressin' a birth
You don't see your own demise 'cause you blind as fuck
You opened your eyes, but your time is up
Nine month process, God's test
Odd, yes, but when they makin' progress
Towards supplyin' or providin' the help
And you just bought your one-way ticket straight ridin' to Hell
You fuckin' dealt with what you was handed
Left on the planet abandoned and stranded
And yes I'm demandin', Dad, it's time to man up
And what, you're makin' me vomit, ain't no comedy comic
When I'm tellin' you to stand up, no damn love
No dignity, no child support, you're shit, a pile of sort
And I'm gonna catch you slippin', sneak ya ass and smile in court
[?] to walk in the shoes, it's easy to tell issue
With disease and [?] burden [?]
The flames of pain where Hell is
I'm knowin' that you gon' burn, over, end up in a urn, lowered
In the [?] you fuckin' sperm donor
Somethin' that you fittin' to miss, life, a challenge it is
Shoutout to the independent women winnin' and handlin' biz
Imagine a mother fucker that never took initiaive
A bitch you life with the shit
For the rest of your life for the shit you did
I'll split your wig and definitely leave your head leakin'
Deadbeat, you hearin' what I'm sayin'
I'm sprayin' and lettin' lead speak
[?] deep, I'm lovin' ya, Pop, for steppin' up to the plate
They pussy if they don't, it ain't a fuckin' debate
His son [?], picture the noose
I speak to the youth, don't be a deadbeat dad
Like Richard Bruce
"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."
It takes two to make a human's life true and right
But it only takes one to ruin life
And that's been fact, be ready for that impact
No matter how you spin that blessin', a curse
The lesson gets worse, the pressure when you stressin' a birth
You don't see your own demise 'cause you blind as fuck
You opened your eyes, but your time is up
Nine month process, God's test
Odd, yes, but when they makin' progress
Towards supplyin' or providin' the help
And you just bought your one-way ticket straight ridin' to Hell
You fuckin' dealt with what you was handed
Left on the planet abandoned and stranded
And yes I'm demandin', Dad, it's time to man up
And what, you're makin' me vomit, ain't no comedy comic
When I'm tellin' you to stand up, no damn love
No dignity, no child support, you're shit, a pile of sort
And I'm gonna catch you slippin', sneak ya ass and smile in court
[?] to walk in the shoes, it's easy to tell issue
With disease and [?] burden [?]
The flames of pain where Hell is
I'm knowin' that you gon' burn, over, end up in a urn, lowered
In the [?] you fuckin' sperm donor
Somethin' that you fittin' to miss, life, a challenge it is
Shoutout to the independent women winnin' and handlin' biz
Imagine a mother fucker that never took initiaive
A bitch you life with the shit
For the rest of your life for the shit you did
I'll split your wig and definitely leave your head leakin'
Deadbeat, you hearin' what I'm sayin'
I'm sprayin' and lettin' lead speak
[?] deep, I'm lovin' ya, Pop, for steppin' up to the plate
They pussy if they don't, it ain't a fuckin' debate
His son [?], picture the noose
I speak to the youth, don't be a deadbeat dad
Like Richard Bruce
"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."
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