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Dad I D Rather Live Than Die

come back get me I'd rather be in jail than to have my father hit me My parents walked in I got my grip, I said, "Ah, Mom, Dad, how was your trip?"

My grandfather was my dad and when he died it hurt And as I hold back the tears my eye-wells swell I been praying for heaven, I been living in hell

essence Messin' around with the wrong crowd, I learned my lesson Stressin' all the things that I have not I pray to God I get my uncle out the crack spot I

Sometimes I tell you the way that I feel I swear that I'm going crazy Keep telling myself, it ain't that big a deal It's better than pushing up daisies

vacation to get me I'd rather be in jail than to have my father hit me My parents walked in I got my grip, I said, "Ah, mom, dad, how was your trip?"

for a Zebco rod and reel She won the Junior Bass Masters Tourney And I just ate oatmeal, and I'm afraid I might hurl Daddy, please, please take the girl" I'd rather

Real niggas fuck with real niggas, everyday Live niggas fuck with live niggas, everyday Real bitches fuck with real bitches, everyday Live bitches fuck with live bitches, everyday I don't live like you, I

to my wig Half naked while I jot this Lounging in my boxers Dreaming Tahiti, even settle for the Bahamas I get a boner When I'm asleep dreaming that I

don't know shit I'm still knockin' 'em out Knockin' 'em dead Did what I said 'Cause I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead no