Yo Daddy Lyrics

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 fuckin' 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