| Jumpsteady:
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| You left our mom with 3 little kids without a dime of child support she worked
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| 3 jobs for mad years too provide for us while you just bounced without never
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| looking back you aren’t even worth the anger but if I ever seen you again I
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| would just start punching you in your face until your teeth caved in just out
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| of respect for our moms
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| Dear dead beat dad, suck a fat dick coward
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| We turned out dangerous, and high powered
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| I thank god, you wasn’t around
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| To instill your bitchness, in our business
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| Faint memories, yeah I have some
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| A clear conscious, you don’t have one
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| What kind of heartless fool takes off on three kids and a wife
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| (You soft)
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| Sorry rick, hope you like dick
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| Cause you’ll be sucking 'em in hell, you prick
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| Don’t feel like you forgot some people
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| Look in the mirror, don’t you see evil?
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| Left us for dead, never looked back
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| All that having a father, you took that
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| Well fuck you, cause I never understood that
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| And if we ever cross paths imma react
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| (Hook)
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| Fuck my dad, fuck my dead beat dad
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| Punk bitch couldn’t hang, and I’m glad
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| If your dad’s like Richard bruce, and you got something to say scream,
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| thanks for nothing bitch
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| Your own brother tried to pick up the pieces
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| But saw nothing but doom for these kids
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| And in the void you left, stepped in a satan
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| That has affected our family now for generations
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| We still feel that pain to this day
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| And I’m blaming it on you, for laming us away
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| No child support no help no care, where the fuck was you in our lives
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| (Nowhere)
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| That fucking blows my mind, I can’t fathom the bitch in you
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| I hope you hear this and it sickens you pig, no thanks to you, bitch
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| I got a hottie-ass wife and two beautiful kids
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| A family worldwide I ain’t doing bad, I hope you’re broke, alone, and sad
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| I swear to god I’ll be glad
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| Eat a fist up you gutless bastard of a man
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| And if I meet you, I’m socking you, its always been the plan
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| (Hook x2)
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| My dead beat dad, my dead beat dad
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| Mr. Richard Bruce is a dead beat dad
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| Somewhere in Arizona, a prison guard
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| It figures, you’d be a fucking pig in the yard (Bitch)
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| Whoever you are, wherever you go
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| My family tree will always know, what a ho Richard Bruce was and is,
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| or is it Rick?
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| You ain’t worth this beat, bitch, you make me sick
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| (Hook x2)
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| (Outro)
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| He ain’t shit
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| Rick Bruce
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| He ain’t shit
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| Rick Bruce
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| He ain’t shit
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| Rick Bruce
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| Thanks for nothing, bitch
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| He ain’t shit
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| Rick Bruce
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| He ain’t shit
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| Rick Bruce
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| He ain’t shit
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| Rick Bruce
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| Thanks for nothing, bitch
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| Happy fathers day, fucker |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck My Dad (Richard Bruce) , by - Insane Clown Posse. Song from the album Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп