Yo Daddy

Welcome back to the show And the results are in OK Broken Music Man (Yeah) When it comes to the ill-educated Narrow minded Mundane Characteristic-lacking Highly narcissistic disrespectful little kids You are the father Man ain't no f***n' way man Aww hell nah hell nah Okay okay Daddy Give me what I want like yo daddy Sonning all you punks like yo daddy Macking on your mama like yo daddy Man of the house and I run it like yo da- I ain't scared of clowns Clowns is scared of me When I send your ass to bed I'm the monster underneath Tell your mama daddy's home I'm prepared to clap some cheeks Yeah we 'bout to get it on Soon as your ass fall asleep So night night I know what she might like I could turn a dyke straight That just means she tight right Might be worth the fight right We might live a nice life Welcome to the dark side Toss your ass a night light Nah ain't nothing wrong with me Just keep it a hun-fifty I like eating dumb cookies I like leaving buns sticky Daddy like his sheets soft And his money crispy Daddy like his socks dry And his fit drippy Let's get litty Go sit at the kids table Grown folks eating good Praise God Hallelujah Blessed up Won't He do it Eat your food Stop staring Me and you no comparing You the child I'm the parent That's apparent School you like yo Daddy Give me what I want like yo daddy Sonning all you punks like yo daddy Macking on your mama like yo daddy Man of the house and I run it like yo Daddy Give me what I want like yo daddy Sonning all you punks like yo daddy Macking on your mama like yo daddy Man of the house and I run it like yo da- How am I doing I've never been better Boy I'm on fire I'm hotter than ten sweaters Boy I'm your daddy that make me an MF'er If you talk back to me I'll be a chin checker Only 5'7 that make you a lil boy Under 5'5 that make you a lil girl She picking me like you picking your booger Finish your dinner so you can get bigger Ain't seen no progress in none of you kids It is no wonder I'm sonning you kids Teach you a lesson on minding yo biz Then mack on your mama in front of you kids You don't know better Typical child All the adults is pissed at you now Report card says that you're missing a vowel But least you got someone to listen to now Yeah yeah that be me Broken Music with a capital B Go to bed but don't be napping on me Just cuz I'm your daddy with a capital D Yeah son I'm a lot bigger My body type is a father figure I should pay you to wash my dishes Just so you can get up your dollars quicker I am your daddy I guess you ain't know that Sometimes my heart can be blacker than Kodak So stay in your place because I got the gonads Size thirty-six but the package is 4X You need some discipline you acting so bad I'll eat your food that you just got from Door Dash You ask for allowance but I won't allow it That's just a little perky of me being your dad (ha) Give me what I want like yo daddy Sonning all you punks like yo daddy Macking on your mama like yo daddy Man of the house and I run it like yo Daddy Give me what I want like yo daddy Sonning all you punks like yo daddy Macking on your mama like yo daddy Man of the house and I run it like yo dad