[Chorus - Boy]
I wanna be just like.
When I grow up. Yes I do. 4x
[Verse one - Bizarre]
You don't wanna be just like your daddy,
pimpin' hoes out here drivin caddies.
Runnin' round town, fuckin' with skeezas.
Shot's in your ass, catchin' diseases.
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth,
for fuckin' bitches in they foul mouth.
I can't help it, my group's D12,
all we do is pop pills and stay in jail.
Talkin' nasty shit, Bizarre won't stop.
I fuck two twins, with a midget on top.
A sick mind, rapin' an old lady,
knowing damn well Bizarre shouldn't have a baby.
All I can teach you, learn how to mac,
smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back.
Matta fact smack it so that she's a slut.
Don't you realize, Bizarre don't give a fuck. (Hahaha)
[Verse two - Bizarre]
Don't go to school, become a catholic priest.
Sell crack to your Auntie Denise.
If Auntie Denise is short 40 cent,
Make her get on the ground and (suck) some more (dick).
Nas is gon' probably hate me.
When Mos Def hear this, he probably gon' suffocate me.
Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon' do is talk about whores and smoking crack.
If your wife is pregnant I call her a whore,
leave her no money and go out on tour.
Nah, I'm playin', leave her sumptin.
I pack a hotdog and a fuckin' dirty muffin.
You're my son, I'm trynna teach you somethin'.
You're (eight) years old? It's time to start fuckin'.
You know daddy wont give you no wrong advice,
smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice. (Hahaha)
[Outro - Bizarre]
I'm tellin ya all I do is pop pills and stay high.
Tell them bitches to suck my dick.
Aha! I'm prepared. Yeah.
Motherfuckin role model.