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« on: October 21, 2018, 08:39:18 PM »
See Ya Then
You stupid mother fucker, calling yourself a dad,
You fucked up the perfect family life that somehow you had,
You chose the bottle above us all, expect me not to be mad, still,
I don’t have much to do with you now so guess I should be glad
You were always just a punk, when you look back at your youth
Go out fighting drunk, Oh shit here comes the truth, Now
You took all the chances I gave you and played the wrong cards
Hand after hand, so cunt I’m coming at you hard
My other little song I wrote I tried to be kind,
Hear in my voice when I sung the words it was hard not to cry
Ill speak raw about the shit that really fucked up my life,
Beat one son, ignored the other…. abused your wife.
You might think both barrels is what you’re gonna get,
Two ain’t enough you’re getting as many as I can fetch,
You better stand up taller than your little man complex,
You know you’ll still fall though when I start to flex,
You’re an angry little pussy and you can do all that you can
But face it mother fucker you still only half a man
You threw mum on the bed and put your fist in her face,
You kicked the shit out of me, and kicked me out of our place
That time you fucking chinned me cos you were desperate to start
Instantly regretted it cos I kicked your fucking arse
How the hell you managed to stop my stomps to your head
Still you test the boundary be more careful how you tread
My dad loved Vodka and none of us
Somehow you got my brother so loyal to you,
I guess he was too young, or is he stupid too?
It’s hard to see his devotion to you it hurts
But then again I guess your answer is ‘We’re the Birt’s’ (group of people say it)
Well let me thank the lord that my son has only half genes
The better half of mine, and half his mums so that means
Gradually the ‘Birt’ attitude finally sleeps
Lets hope that mother fucker goes more than 6 feet deep
It can join the fucks that started it, the ones who’re to blame
Back then it meant something, today it just sounds lame,
I don’t want the shit, passing on to my boy
Because he’s better than that, I wont let it destroy, him
Lets shift the focus, back to the number one dad
How are your feeling Michael, starting to get mad?
Feel like hitting a minor, or having a drink
It wouldn’t surprise me, You know what I think
Go one have a tipple, just one can’t hurt right (ok)
Oh I didn’t mean bottle, Oh I guess it’s goodnight (snoring sound)
Maybe you’ll fuck off back to your drinking ways
Didn’t hear from your for ages, let’s hope that’s how it stays
Now I’m not the greatest rapper, I know that I’m not
But if I was Eminem’s level I’d serve you a Vodka Kill Shot
« Last Edit: October 21, 2018, 09:36:26 PM by tone »