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SONG OF THE MOMENT:

Custom - Daddy

I wanna be an addict, I wanna be a whore
I wanna be a headcase with no apparent cure
I want not to be responsible for the things I do and say
To be considered a mad genius for the idiots I blow away

I wanna be eccentric in the Hughsian sense of the word
I wanna be cooked up and filleted never to be served
I wanna carry out coups, military and the like
To kidnap royal daughters from big palaces at night
I wanna do the things they say can never be done
I wanna pass every lesser car in my Lemans prepped McLaren F1

I'm all up in this girl whose husband is a cop
Should I stop? ...hell no!
Should I stop? ...hell no!
But I think I'm being followed
I get all sketchy, it's hard to swallow
Maybe I'm just wallowing self pity
Maybe it's just this psycho city
Or the fact that she's so fucking pretty

I want the dealers to roll me fatties
Pimps pick me up in their in-the-mud caddies
Thugs lay down their gatties and batties
I want every last motherfucking bad guy to call me daddy

Gospel Choir:
Who's your daddy?
You can call me daddy