Eminem and Hailie: Okay then! Everybody listen up!
Eminem: I'm goin' to hell! Who's comin' with me???!?
Hailie: Somebody please help him! I think my dad's gonecrazy...
There's no mountain I can't climb, there's no tower too high, noplane that I can't learn how to fly/what do I gotta do to getthrough to you, to show you there ain't nothin' I can't take thischainsaw 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 onmy GLAAD wall, I'm out the closet, I've been lyin' my ass off/Allthis time me and Dre been fuckin' with hats off (Suck it,Marshall). So tell Laura and her husband to back off/ before Ipush this muthafuckin' button and blast off and launch one atthese Russians and that's all/blow every fuckin' thing exceptAfghanistan on the map off. When will it stop? When will I knockthe crap off?/Hailie, tell 'em baby,( My Dad's Lost It!!)
There's really nothin' else to say, I... I can't explain it/Ithink my dad's gone crazy / A little help from Hailie Jade, won'tyou tell 'em baby/I think my dad's gone crazy / There's nothin'you could do or say that could ever change me/I think my dad'sgone crazy/There's no one on earth that can save me, not evenHailie/I think my dad's gone crazy
It's like my mother always told me, rana rana rana rana rana ranarana rana rana rana and codeine and/ goddammit you littlemuthafucker if you ain't got nuthin' nice to say then don't saynuthin'/·..uh, fuck that shit bitch eat a muthafuckin' dick, chewon a prick and lick/a million muthafuckin' cocks per second, I'drather put out a muthafuckin' gospel record/I'd rather be a pussywhipped bitch, eat pussy, and have pussy lips glued to my facewith a clit ring in my nose then quit bringin' my flows/ quitgivin' me my ammo. Can't you see why I'm so mean? If y'all leaveme alone this wouldn't be my M.O./I wouldn't have to go, eenee,meenee, meini, mo, catch a homo by his toe, man I don't know nomore/am I the only fuckin' one who's normal any more?/Dad...
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'reseein' is a genius at work, which to me isn't work, so it's easyto misinterpret it at first/cus when I speak, it'stongue-in-cheek, I'd yank my fuckin' teeth before I'd ever bitemy tongue/I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightningtwice at once and die and come back as Vanilla Ice's son/and walkaround the rest of my life spit on, and kicked and hit with shiteverytime I sung/like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind" comeson. More pain inside of my brain than the eyes of a little girl/inside of a plane aimed at the World Trade, standin' on Ronnie'sgrave, screamin' at the sky, till clouds gather, it's ClydeMathers and Bonnie Jade/and that's pretty much the gist of it,the parents are pissed but the kids love it. 9 millimeter heaterstashed in 2 seaters with meat cleavers/I don't blame you, Iwouldn't let Hailie listen to me neither...