[[["I'm going to count backwards from 3 to 1... And when I get to 1... You will be back
At the time when your father first made you feel that way... 3... 2... 1... "]]]
Verse 1
Dad, you disgusted me... The way you ain't trusted me...
--I'z so scared o' you touchin me (that) I repeated reluctantly...
Your words mind fuckin' me... Why you so rough with me... ?
... You said it would toughen me, that shit ain't do nothin' B
Why would you yell?– why would you hollar?... Why would you twist my shirt collar... ?
Why would you talk shit to momma, why would you u create so much drama?...
Why would you threaten to kill me just cuz I ain't confess
That I stole a Hustler magazine outta yo fuckin' desk! ?
Please let go of me, Dad(dy)---I don't wanna get beat...
"You're a little piece of shit, you little muthafuckin' thief"
How dare you fuckin' lie to me? Don't you sit there and cry to me!
I'll teach you to respect my privacy...
Chorus
Yer A liar – A sneak- - A cheat – and A thief...
Say it over and over or I'll knock out 'dem teeth...
"I'm a liar... A sneak... A cheat... And a thief...
Please don't hit me Dad... I don't 'wanna get beat... "
Verse 2
The more we say who we are, we become what we say...
--- you made me call myself a thief... Just about every day...
In 'da 2 decades that passed by, dad-- I'd sit and I'd ask why...
I never (even) got to have jus' one fuckin last cry...
But I can't let it just pass by—(so)(here) I ain't gonna soften it...
Yessss---- I stole that magazine... Dad—an' I even jerked off in it!
Instead of making me scream, "I don't wanna get hit.".
You coulda sat me down and really taught me some shit...
But since you was too pussy, I hadta learn from your Hustlers...
All I learned about love was "BITCH, I WANNA FUCK YA"
An I was so little, yo-- I ain't weigh a buck thirty...
You never did hit me but you ain't hafta to hurt me...
Cuz whas even worse... Was how I lived out your curse...
When (next) I broke in that office and stole the principal's purse...
I was a thief dad, your words did more than just hurt...
Thas why I imbezzled from every store where I worked...
---cuz I'm A cheat dad—thas what you taught me...
--when I took that magazine and yo fat ass caught me...
You think this sounds wrong, you just embarrassed found porn?
Or iz you mo' embarrassed now that your story's a rap song?
Chorus
Yer A liar – A sneak- - A cheat – and A thief...
Say it over and over or I'll knock out 'dem teeth...
"I'm a liar... A sneak... A cheat... And a thief...
Please don't hit me Daddy... I don't 'wanna get beat...
Verse #3
No other animal dad fucks up it's kids how we do...
But I'm a Father now an, man, you someone I see through...
I ain't wanna be you,... Kayden's turning four...
An' I (jus)' caught her stealin' stuff outta my (own) drawer...
--when I said "whachu doin?" that little thief fuckin lied...
-- completely denied... (an') I swear that I tried...
To hold myself back, Dad what should I teach her?
Do I twist her pink t-shirt? Do I threaten to beat her?
All I know'z—what you taught me... Please god-- don't let my fist c***...
Is this how you felt, Dad? Wuz you tryin to stop?
Wuz you doin me—just how your Dad did you?
I wanna go off on Kayden ---(but) damn--Dad... -- I—forgive you...
I forgive you... Kayden—and myself—I'm a end this fucked up pattern today... I'm letting go...
Final chorus
I'm not a liar, I'm not a sneak, I'm not a cheat, or a thief...
I'm a great dad—and my kids will never get beat
Kayden—you're beautiful, a princess, a goddess...
Whatever you do, girl, I know you tryin' yer hardest...
Say it over and over--- say it just like that--
You're a good girl and (your) Dad's got your back...
[[["I see we've made a lot of progress today, Andrew--- I think you should come back again next week..."]]
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