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YOU CALL YOURSELF A FATHER,
I CALL YOU A DEAD BEAT DAD.
YOU WANT MORE KIDS, BUT YOU CAN’T TAKE CARE
OF THE KIDS YOU ALEADY HAVE.
YOU DON’T CALL OR COME AROUND,
I WISH YOU WOULD GET LOST AND FORGET TO BE FOUND.
YOU CAN’T SEND MONEY FOR DIAPERS, FOOD OR CLOTHES, I HATE TO TELL YOU BUT KIDS ARE NOT FREE,
EVERYTHING THEY NEED COMES FROM ME.
YOU ACT LIKE FATHER OF THE YEAR, BUT THAT IS A TITLE YOU WILL NEVER GET,
YOU SPEND ALL YOUR MONEY AND TIME ON YOURSELF
AND HONESTLY I AM SICK OF IT.
IT’S BOYS LIKE YOU THAT GIVE REAL MEN A BAD NAME,
AND IT’S A SHAME.
YOU ARE AND FOREVER WILL BE A DEAD BEAT DAD,
AND IT’S SAD.
YOU DON’T KNOW THE BLESSINGS YOU HAVE,
AND WHEN I TELL PEOPLE ABOUT YOU, YOU GET MAD.
ONLY BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT IS TRUE,
I HONESTLY PITTY YOU.
YOU JUMP FROM FEMALE TO FEMALE, CHASING AFTER YOUR OWN LUST,
NEVER WORRIED ABOUT US.
SO THROW YOUR LITTLE FIT,
SHOW YOUR ASS AND GET MAD,
BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOU’RE STILL A DEAD BEAT DAD.