My Dad’s Gone Crazy — Verse 3

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 seein'

So it's easy to misinterpret it at first, ‘cause when I speak

It's tongue-in-cheek, I'd yank my fuckin' teeth

And die and come back as Vanilla Ice's son

And walk around the rest of my life spit on

Like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind" comes on

Inside of a plane aimed at the World Trade

Standin' on Ronnie's grave, screamin' at the sky

'Til clouds gather; it's Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade

And that's pretty much the gist of it

Parents are pissed, but the kids love it

Nine millimeter heaters stashed in two-seaters with meat cleavers

I don't blame you, I wouldn't let Hailie listen to me neither