Daddy?
[Chorus x4:]
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up. Yes I do
[Verse one - Bizarre]
Son, you don't wanna be just like your daddy.
Pimpin hoes out here drivin caddies.
Runnin round town, f**in geezers.
Shot's in your a**, catchin diseases.
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth.
For f**in b**hes in they foul mouth.
I can't help it, my group's D12.
All we do is pop pills and stay in jail.
Talkin nasty sh**, Bizarre wont stop.
I f** 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 b**h when she talk back.
Matta fact slap your sister, she's a s*ut.
Don't you realize Bizarre don't give a f**? (Hahaha)
[Chorus x4]
[Verse two - Bizarre]
Don't go to school, become a catholic priest.
Sell crack to your auntie Denise.
If auntie Denise is short 40 cent
Make her get on the ground and s** some more dick.
Nas is probably gon hate me.
When Mos Def hear this he probably gon suffocate me.
Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon do is talk about who*es and smoking crack.
If your wife is pregnant I call her a who*e.
Leave her no money and go out on tour.
Nah, I'm playin leave her sumptin. (Hahaha)
I pack a hotdog and a f**in dirty muffin. (Damn)
You're my son, I'm trynna teach you sumptin.
You're eight years old? It's time to start f**in.
You know daddy wont give you the wrong advice.
Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice. (Hahaha)
[Chorus x8]
[Outro - Bizarre]
I'm tellin ya all I do is pop pills and stay high.
Tell them b**hes to s** my dick.
Aha! I'm prepared. Yeah.
Motherf**in role model.
Hi-Tek.