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Daddy, what are you doing?
Okay then! Everybody, listen up!
I'm goin to hell! Who's comin with me?
Somebody please help him! I think my dad's gone crazy!
There's no mountain I can't climb, there's no tower too high
No plane that I can't learn how to fly
What do I gotta do to get through to you
To show you there ain't nothing I can't take this chainsaw to
Fuckin' brains, brawn and brass balls
I cut em off and got em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar
Inside of a hall with my framed autographed sunglasses
With Elton John's name on my drag wall
I'm out the closet, I've been lying my ass off
All this time me and Dre been fucking with hats off
(Suck it Marshall!) So tell Laura and her husband to back off
'Fore I push this motherfuckin' button and blast off
And launch one at these Russians and that's all
Blow every fucking thing except Afghanistan on the map off
When will it stop? When will I knock the crap off?
Hailie, tell em baby - (My dad's lost it!)
There's really nothing else to say, I - I can't explain it
(I think my dad's gone crazy!)
A little help from Hailie Jade, won't you tell em baby
(I think my dad's gone crazy!)
There's nothing you could do or say that could ever change me
(I think my dad's gone crazy!)
There's no one on earth that can save me, not even Hailie
(I think my dad's gone crazy!)
It's like my mother always told me
Rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana and Codeine
And God dammit you little motherfucker
If you ain't got nothing nice to say then don't say nothing
... Uh ... fuck that shit, bitch!
Eat a motherfucking dick, chew on a prick
And lick a million motherfucking cocks per second
I'd rather put out a motherfucking gospel record
I'd rather be a pussy-whipped bitch, eat pussy
And have pussy lips glued to my face with a clit ring
In my nose than quit bringing my flows
Quit giving me my ammo; can't you see why I'm so mean?
If y'all leave me alone this wouldn't be my M.O
I wouldn't have to go eenee-meene-minie-moe
Catch a homo by his toe, man I don't know no more
Am I the only fuckin' one who's normal any more? (Dad!)
There's really nothing else to say, I - I can't explain it
(I think my dad's gone crazy!)
A little help from Hailie Jade, won't you tell em baby
(I think my dad's gone crazy!)
There's nothing you could do or say that could ever change me
(I think my dad's gone crazy!)
There's no one on earth that can save me, not even Hailie
(I think my dad's gone crazy!)
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise
At the same time, can make you dry your eyes
With the same rhyme; see, what you're seeing is a genius at work
Which to me isn't work
So it's easy to misinterpret it at first
Cause when I speak, it's tongue-in-cheek
I'd yank my fuckin' teeth
Before I'd ever bite my tongue, I'd slice my gums
Get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once
And die and come back as Vanilla Ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit every time I sung
Like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind" comes on
More pain inside of my brain than the eyes of a little girl
Inside of a plane, aimed at the World Trade
Standing on Ronnie's grave, screaming at the sky
'Til clouds gather it's Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade
And that's pretty much the gist of it
The parents are pissed but the kids love it
9 millimeter heaters stashed in 2-seaters with meat cleavers
I don't blame you, I wouldn't let Hailie listen to me neither
There's really nothing else to say, I - I can't explain it
(I think my dad's gone crazy!)
A little help from Hailie Jade, won't you tell em baby
(I think my dad's gone crazy!)
There's nothing you could do or say that could ever change me
(I think my dad's gone crazy)
There's no one on Earth that can save me, not even Hailie
I think my dad's gone crazy! (Crazy)
Crazy
Ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha
You're funny, Daddy!