[Intro: Jumpsteady]
"You left our mom with three little kids without a dime of child support. She worked three jobs for mad years to 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."

[Verse 1: Violent J]
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 it 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, I'ma react

[Chorus]
Fuck my dad, fuck my deadbeat 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"
Fuck my dad, fuck my deadbeat 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"
[Verse 2: Violent J]
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 your, 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 sockin' you, it's always been the plan

[Chorus]
Fuck my dad, fuck my deadbeat 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"
Fuck my dad, fuck my deadbeat 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"
[Verse 3: Violent J]
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 fuckin' 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

[Chorus]
Fuck my dad, fuck my deadbeat 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"
Fuck my dad, fuck my deadbeat 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"

[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"