Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Dad's Gone Crazy, artist - Eminem.
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Dad's Gone Crazy |
Hailie: |
Somebody, please help him! |
i think my dad gone crazy! |
Eminem: |
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, destroy you |
There ain’t nothing i can’t take this chainsaw to Fuckin’brain’s brawn, and brass balls |
I cut 'em off, i got 'em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar |
Inside of a hall, with my framed autograph, |
Sunglasses with elton john’s name, on my drag wall |
I’m out the closet, i been lying my ass off |
All this time, me and dre been fucking with hats off |
Dr Dre: |
Suck it marshall |
Eminem: |
Tell laura and her husband to back off |
Before i push this motherfucking button and blast off |
And launch one of these russians, and that’s all |
Blow every fucking thing, except afghanistan on the map, off |
We wanna stop, we wanna knock the crap off |
Haley, tell 'em baby |
Haley: |
My dad’s lost it There’s really nothin’else to say ha, i can’t explain it I think my dad gone crazy! |
A little help from hailie jade would, should tell them maybe |
I think my dad gone crazy! |
Theres nothing you could do to save it, could ever change me I think my dad gone crazy! |
There’s noone on earth that can save me, not even halie |
I think my dad gone crazy! |
Eminem: |
It’s like my mother always told me rmmmr, n codeine n goddamit, you little motherfucker |
If you aint got nothin’nice to say then don’t say nothin' |
Er. |
Fuck that shit, bitch, eat a motherfuckin’dick |
Chew on a prick, and lick a million motherfuckin’cocks for seconds |
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 |
Then quit bringin my flos, 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 ammo |
I wouldn’t have to go eenie meenie minie mo Catch a homo by his toe, man i don’t know no more |
Am i the only fuckin one who’s normal any more? |
Hailey: |
Dad |
Eminem: |
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise |
And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme |
So what you’re seeing is a genius at work |
Which to me isn’t work, so it’s easy to misinterpret it at first, |
Cuz when i speak, it’s tongue in cheek |
I’d gank my fuckin teeth before id 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 n’grind comes on More pain inside o’my brain, in the eyes of a little girl inside of a plane |
Aimed at the world trade, standin’on ronny’s grave, |
Screaming at this guy, the clouds gather as clyde mathers and bonnie jade |
And nash briddy musta just stop it Parents are pissed, but the kids love it Nine millimeter, heater’s desk, and two-seaters with meat cleavers |
I don’t blame you, i wouldn’t let hailie listen to me neither |
Eminem: |
Crazy |
Hailie: |
You’re funny daddy! |