Dear Father

Written by Douglas Firestein

Dear Father
Could you be one for me?
My mama was all I had
Never met my Daddy

Dear Father
I hope you understand
I can’t help the things I say
I’m just a damaged man

I have said and done
Many things to bring shame
Down upon my family
And ruined our good name

Sticking objects up an ass
Always talking about dicks
Pounding random suckas
Like I don’t give a shit
A lot more ass stuff
I think i might be gay
Judging by my lyrics
And all the penis stuff i say

Dear Father
Through your eyes I see
How all I’ve done is bad
But the blame belongs to me

Dear Father
It’s just a part of my brand
To embezzle all the funds
From the collection plate again

I am still number one
The world knows my name
Spreading the lord’s gospel
With compassion and pain

Sticking objects up an ass
Always talking about dicks
Pounding random suckas
Like I don’t give a shit
A lot more ass stuff
I think i might be gay

Asses and peckers
Butts and nuts
Bitches and hoes
Tramps and sluts

Sticking objects up an ass
Always talking about dicks
Pounding random suckas
Like I don’t give a shit
A lot more ass stuff
I think i might be gay
Judging by my lyrics
And all the penis stuff i say