[Hook: Kids] (4X) I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do
[Verse 1: Bizarre] You don't wanna be just like your daddy Pimpin' hoes out here drivin' Caddies Runnin' 'round town, fuckin' with skeezers Shots in your ass, catchin' diseases Son, your daddy got a foul mouth From fuckin' bitches in they foul mouths 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'll fuck two twins, with a midget on top A sick mind, rapin' an old lady Knowin' 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 Matter fact, smack your sister, she's a slut Don't you realize Bizarre don't give a fuck
[Hook] (4X)
[Verse 2] Don't go to school, become a Catholic priest Sell crack to your Auntie Denise If Auntie Denise is short forty cent Make her get on the ground and {suck} your small {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 hoes 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 playing leave her something I pack a hot dog and a fucking dirty muffin You're my son, I'm trying to teach you somethin' You're {eight} years old? It's time to start fuckin' You know daddy won't give you the wrong advice Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice
[Hook] (8X)
[Outro] All I can tell you how to do is pop pills and stay high And tell a bitch to suck a dick I'm a parent, yeah A motherfuckin' role model Hi-Tek