My momma always told me: Boy, when you grow up, don't you play with guns You'll end up dead or in the pen, I can't afford to lose my only son And my daddy never taught me shit, that son' bitch left us when I was nine 'Cause ever since that man vanished I promised I would watch my daddy die I watched him die Watched my daddy die Watched my daddy die Watched my daddy die Well I grew up and got real tough and bought a brand new. 38 I shot at birds, beer cans, and squirrels, and photos of my old man's rotten face My momma said my daddy's friend had told her that he had move down to Van Nuys So I took a bus to Los Angeles 'cause it was time to watch my daddy die I watched him die Watched my daddy die Watched my daddy die Watched my daddy die When I got to town I looked around and I sat down inside the local bar And to my surprise, I swear to God, his sorry ass just walked right through the door I looked at him, he looked at me, the man turned pale in disbelief And then he screamed when I said: Hey, dad! Remember me? Then I grabbed him by the shirt, threw him in the dirt I pulled my fist back, I told him that: This ones 'bout to hurt This ones for hittin' mom This ones for leavin' me This ones for leaving us with a God damn broken family! I pulled out my. 38, point the barrel at his face I asked my daddy if there's any last words that he'd like to say Son, son don’t do it! I'm sorry, I'm sorr- Ha-ha Man, I love to watch my daddy die Watched my daddy die Watched my daddy die Watched my daddy die