[Intro: Lyte & Jumpsteady]
It takes two to make a human's life true and right
But it only takes one to ruin life
And that's been fact, be ready for that impact
No matter how you spin that blessin', a curse
The lesson gets worse, the pressure when you stressin' a birth
You don't see your own demise 'cause you blind as fuck
You opened your eyes, but your time is up
Nine month process, God's test
Odd, yes, but when they makin' progress
Towards supplyin' or providin' the help
And you just bought your one-way ticket straight ridin' to Hell
You fuckin' dealt with what you was handed
Left on the planet abandoned and stranded
And yes I'm demandin', Dad, it's time to man up
And what, you're makin' me vomit, ain't no comedy comic
When I'm tellin' you to stand up, no damn love
No dignity, no child support, you're shit, a pile of sort
And I'm gonna catch you slippin', sneak ya ass and smile in court
[?] to walk in the shoes, it's easy to tell issue
With disease and [?] burden [?]
The flames of pain where Hell is
I'm knowin' that you gon' burn, over, end up in a urn, lowered
In the [?] you fuckin' sperm donor
Somethin' that you fittin' to miss, life, a challenge it is
Shoutout to the independent women winnin' and handlin' biz
Imagine a mother fucker that never took initiaive
A bitch you life with the shit
For the rest of your life for the shit you did
I'll split your wig and definitely leave your head leakin'
Deadbeat, you hearin' what I'm sayin'
I'm sprayin' and lettin' lead speak
[?] deep, I'm lovin' ya, Pop, for steppin' up to the plate
They pussy if they don't, it ain't a fuckin' debate
His son [?], picture the noose
I speak to the youth, don't be a deadbeat dad
Like Richard Bruce
"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"
[Post-Chorus 1: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]
"What kind of pathetic piece of bitch" (Rick Bruce)
"Can't even raise his own fuckin' kids" (Rick Bruce)
"You got a soft, voluptuous bitch's ass" (Rick Bruce)
"You punk bitch-ass 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 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'm real, I'm there for my kids, snake
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 see you, I'm stompin' 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"
[Post-Chorus 2: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]
"You a bitch-ass" (Rick Bruce)
"You got a pussy where your butthole goes" (Rick Bruce)
"You ain't a man, you a man's bitch" (Rick Bruce)
"You bitch-ass punk pussy-ass ho 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"