My Dad's Gone Crazy
Eminem Lyrics


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"Hello, boys and girls
Today, we're gonna talk about father and daughter relationships
Do you have a daddy?
I'll bet you do
Who's your daddy?"

"Daddy, what are you doing?"
Haha, 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 nothin' I can't take this chainsaw to?
Fuckin' brains, brawn and brass balls, I cut 'em off
Then 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 lyin' my ass off
All this time, me and Dre been fuckin' with hats off (suck it, Marshall)
So tell Laura and her husband to back off
Before I push this motherfuckin' button and blast off
And launch one at these Russians and that's all
Blow every fuckin' 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 nothin' 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 nothin' 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
"Rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani and codeine
And God damn it, you little motherfucker
If you ain't got nothin' nice to say, then don't say nothin'"
Uh, fuck that shit, bitch, eat a motherfuckin' dick
Chew on a prick and lick
A million mutherfuckin' cocks per second
I'd rather put out a motherfuckin' 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 bringin' my flows
Quit givin' 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-meenee-meini-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?
Dad

There's really nothin' 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 nothin' 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 seein' 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, 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 heater stashed in two-seaters with meat cleavers
I don't blame you, I wouldn't let Hailie listen to me neither

There's really nothin' 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 nothin' 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





Hahaha, you're funny daddy

Overall Meaning

Eminem's song My Dad's Gone Crazy is a heartfelt and often humorous exploration of the complicated relationship between father and daughter. The song begins with a spoken-word intro where Eminem addresses his listeners and asks them if they have a father. This opening sets the stage for the rest of the song, which is a series of confessional verses addressing various elements of Eminem's life, from his sexuality to his struggles with fame.


The song's chorus is simple and direct, with Eminem singing "I think my dad's gone crazy". This line is repeated throughout the song, serving to reinforce the idea that Eminem's relationship with his daughter, Hailie, is potentially fragile and unstable. The song also contains several humorous moments, such as when Eminem declares that he would rather be a "pussy-whipped bitch, eat pussy, and have pussy lips glued to my face with a clit ring in my nose" than continue to deal with the pressures of fame.


One of the most interesting aspects of My Dad's Gone Crazy is its use of sampling. The song features samples from several well-known pop and rock songs, including Elton John's "Tiny Dancer" and David Bowie's "Fame". In addition to these samples, the song also features a number of musical and vocal effects, including pitch-shifting and distortion, which contribute to its overall unconventional and experimental sound.


Overall, My Dad's Gone Crazy is a deeply personal and often humorous exploration of the complicated relationship between father and daughter. It features some of Eminem's most inventive and unconventional production work, making it a standout track in his discography.


Line by Line Meaning

Hello, boys and girls
Opening of the song, an announcement to the audience.


Today, we're gonna talk about father and daughter relationships
Introducing the theme of the song.


Do you have a daddy? I'll bet you do. Who's your daddy?
Asking children about their fathers playfully.


Daddy, what are you doing?
A dialogue between a child and a father figure.


Haha, 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
The father figure is being irrational and turbulent; they're going to do something drastic and alarming.


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 nothin' I can't take this chainsaw to?
Father figure boasts about being invincible and can do anything. He also threatens to use a chainsaw.


Fuckin' brains, brawn and brass balls, I cut 'em off. Then 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 lyin' my ass off. All this time, me and Dre been fuckin' with hats off (suck it, Marshall). So tell Laura and her husband to back off. Before I push this motherfuckin' button and blast off. And launch one at these Russians and that's all. Blow every fuckin' 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
The father figure talks about a strange assortment of things, including cutting off balls and Elton John sunglasses; he feels frustrated with his situation and wants his daughter to tell others about his distress.


There's really nothin' 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 nothin' 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
Reiteration of the central premise of the song, that the father figure is behaving erratically and daughter cannot help him.


It's like my mother always told me 'Rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani and codeine. And God damn it, you little motherfucker. If you ain't got nothin' nice to say, then don't say nothin''
The father figure rambles on about his mother's advice and demeaning language to those around him.


Uh, fuck that shit, bitch, eat a motherfuckin' dick. Chew on a prick and lick. A million mutherfuckin' cocks per second. I'd rather put out a motherfuckin' 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 bringin' my flows. Quit givin' 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-meenee-meini-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? Dad
More talk of being vulgar and degrading, the father figure asserts himself by spouting extreme language and trying to uphold his freedom of speech.


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' 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, 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 heater stashed in two-seaters with meat cleavers. I don't blame you, I wouldn't let Hailie listen to me neither
The father figure talks about his own talent with music and uses this as an explanation for his behavior. He talks about being consumed by dark thoughts and says that his daughter feels sympathetic but his ex-wife, Laura, does not.


Crazy. Hahaha, you're funny daddy
The song ends on a note of the daughter laughing with the father figure, despite his irrationality.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Marshall B Mathers, Michael A Elizondo, Ronald Feemster

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

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