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Written and performed by $tr8 "Outta Control" / Sidewalk
Mixed by Goofy
Instrumental taken from "Capital Punishment" by Big Pun

LYRICS:

[INTRO]
I'm your father, and you show your father respect.
The day he deserves it.

[VERSE]
Since seeing is believing, I believe in everything I've seen.
Fiending for a deeper meaning deep within the deeds of human beings fleeing families,
leaving their kids questioning the reason.
The uneasiness isn't exactly easy to forget.
Knees hit the cement, unevened the crease in my jeans.
Even a priest can not relieve the sickly feeling.
He was seemingly sympathetic, but I really regret meeting this son of a bitch.
My mother bled for your shit, even if it was an accident.
The past was then and this is now.
But I'm the last to laugh when your ass is buried underground.
Hurrry up and die, so I can live my life and realize I'm better off without the parent who filed for divorce and took it to the court to prove that you are just as crooked as the laws.
Pause... Shook is what you are, punk bitch.
Embedded in my thoughts like your drunken habits.
Sunk below the average, 'cause my father lacks the knowledge.
Couldn't manage one marriage, yet he goes at it again.
Poses the question to a lowlife Romanian.
She married him and as of then you acted like you had a friend.
But for dad I'm just a mishap and a laughing matter ever since.

[CHORUS]
Son of a bastard.
Come on, harass me, dad.
I'm the last to laugh, so pass the hash on behalf of my past.
Son of a bastard.
Kiss my fucking ass, bitch.
He won't admit to dissing his own kid, so don't even ask him.

[VERSE]
Shit happens, and now it's clash of the captains.
I'm lashing out on parents who are backslapping us rappers.
My father's flapping his gums while I was yapping on drums.
But the fact of the matter is dumb, 'cause whether scraggy or fat, I'm still your son.
But I was young and my bad habits had won.
You think I wore those baggy pants 'cause I thought we lived in Harlem?
I recall my one call a day to my mom.
My prayers and the psalms that held my soul calm.
The glow of God's approach was a torch in the night.
It brightened up my insight, guided my life the right way.
A white display of light in the end of the underpass.
All I had was a friend in my pen, pad and the hourglass.
Send me to our class to the powerful masses, so they can outclass me and devour my ass.
I'm showering fast, in a trance, fancying a gastric bypass.
Laugh at your own schoolmate and castrate the smart cat.
Fatty ate the serving cart.
Now I'm serving all of y'all.
The nerves of a person only curve so far.
Now the last man to stand after all that's the outcast.
To you I'm dead already, 'cause you made my fucking casket, you bastard.

[CHORUS]
Son of a bastard.
Come on, harass me, dad.
I'm the last to laugh, so pass the hash on behalf of my past.
Son of a bastard.
Kiss my fucking ass, bitch.
He won't admit to dissing his own kid, so don't even ask him.

[OUTRO]
Ah, you deserved it. Believe me.
You were nothing but ungrateful.
I was a kid! Kids ain't supposed to be grateful.
They're supposed to eat your food and break your heart, you selfish dick!
You died, and I was still so afraid I'd turn into you I never even had kids of my own.
Good... You break everything you touch.
Uh-huh...

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