Fuck My Dad (Richard Bruce) - Insane Clown Posse

Jumpsteady:

You left our mom with 3 little kids without a dime of child support she worked

3 jobs for mad years too provide for us while you just bounced without never

looking back you aren’t even worth the anger but if I ever seen you again I

would just start punching you in your face until your teeth caved in just out

of respect for our moms

Dear dead beat dad, suck a fat dick coward

We turned out dangerous, and high powered

I thank god, you wasn’t around

To instill your bitchness, in our business

Faint memories, yeah I have some

A clear conscious, you don’t have one

What kind of heartless fool takes off on three kids and a wife

(You soft)

Sorry rick, hope you like dick

Cause you’ll be sucking 'em in hell, you prick

Don’t feel like you forgot some people

Look in the mirror, don’t you see evil?

Left us for dead, never looked back

All that having a father, you took that

Well fuck you, cause I never understood that

And if we ever cross paths imma react

(Hook)

Fuck my dad, fuck my dead beat dad

Punk bitch couldn’t hang, and I’m glad

If your dad’s like Richard bruce, and you got something to say scream,

thanks for nothing bitch

Your own brother tried to pick up the pieces

But saw nothing but doom for these kids

And in the void you left, stepped in a satan

That has affected our family now for generations

We still feel that pain to this day

And I’m blaming it on you, for laming us away

No child support no help no care, where the fuck was you in our lives

(Nowhere)

That fucking blows my mind, I can’t fathom the bitch in you

I hope you hear this and it sickens you pig, no thanks to you, bitch

I got a hottie-ass wife and two beautiful kids

A family worldwide I ain’t doing bad, I hope you’re broke, alone, and sad

I swear to god I’ll be glad

Eat a fist up you gutless bastard of a man

And if I meet you, I’m socking you, its always been the plan

(Hook x2)

My dead beat dad, my dead beat dad

Mr. Richard Bruce is a dead beat dad

Somewhere in Arizona, a prison guard

It figures, you’d be a fucking pig in the yard (Bitch)

Whoever you are, wherever you go

My family tree will always know, what a ho Richard Bruce was and is,

or is it Rick?

You ain’t worth this beat, bitch, you make me sick

(Hook x2)

(Outro)

He ain’t shit

Rick Bruce

He ain’t shit

Rick Bruce

He ain’t shit

Rick Bruce

Thanks for nothing, bitch

He ain’t shit

Rick Bruce

He ain’t shit

Rick Bruce

He ain’t shit

Rick Bruce

Thanks for nothing, bitch

Happy fathers day, fucker