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I stumbled on this pile of bullshit that you call music about your life, and after I stopped laughing I kinda got mad, and after I got got mad I started to get worried. Worried about mental health cause clearly you suffer from grand delusions on who you are, where you came from , how you were raised, the kind of father you are, and the direction your life is in now. First let me start off by saying how dare you talk shit about the man who took in our kids when we were too fucked up to parent them. He loved them, clothed them, fed them, and gave them a good home while you were too busy hanging off the pussy hairs of a fat nasty bitch and hitting the pipe.