Ok guys I'm back again with another hilarious parodies of Eminem's song.
This time I'm going to do Eminem's song "My Dad's gone crazy" from the
Eminem Show CD. Sing by Kai, Featuring Voltaire.
Disclaimer- I don't own Beyblade, The song "My Dad's gone crazy", or Eminem show CD
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"My Grandson's gone crazy"
Radio ~ Hello boys and girls today we going to learn about Grandfather and Grandson, do you have a Grandpa? I bet you do.
Voltaire ~ Boy, what are you doing?
Voltaire & Kai ~ OK then, everybody listen up!!
Kai ~ I'm going to hell! You coming with me!!!!
Voltaire ~ Somebody, help him! I think my Grandson gone crazy!!
Verse 1 (Kai) ~ There's no mountain you can climb, these towers too high, there's no other way to teach you how to fly. What am I got to do to get through to you, to convince you to do the extreme sport too?! (Voltaire ~ NO!!!! *winced*) F***ing brain, brawns and brass balls, cut them off and got them pickled and bronzed in a glass jar inside of the hall, with my framed autographed sunglasses with Elton John's name on my drag wall. You're in the closet and been lying your ass off. All this time, me and Ty been stuffing with clothes off (Boris ~ Suck it boy) Tell Boris and the Demolition to back off, before I push this stupid button and blast off, sending one of those Russian nuclear and that's all. Blow every single motherf***r thing except Afghanistan in the maps off. When would you stop? When would you knock the crap off? People, tell the fatty (Voltaire ~ My Grandson, lost it)
Chorus ~ Kai - There's nothing else to say 'cause I can't explain it.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - A little help from the mental hospital, would help my Granddaddy.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - There's nothing you could do or say that could ever change him.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - There's no one on earth that can save me! I want my mummy.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Verse 2 ~ It's like he always told me, rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana and codeine and goddamned you motherf***er d**k, chew on little prick and lick a million ladies breast on seconds. I rather put on a motherf***er gospel record. I rather be p***y whip bi***, eat p***y and have p***y lips glued to my face with clip ring in my nose then quit training my Dranz. 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 meenee meinee mo, Catch some homo by his toe" Man, I don't know no more, am I the only f***ing one who's normal anymore? (Voltaire - Kai!!!)
Chorus ~ Kai - There's nothing else to say 'cause I can't explain it. Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - A little help from the mental hospital, would help my Granddaddy.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - There's nothing else to say or do that could ever change him.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - There's no one on earth that can save me! I want my mummy.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Verse 3 ~ My song can make you can make you cry, pi*** you off at the same time. Can make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme. See what you seeing is 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 cheeks, I'd yank my f***ing teeth before I even bite my gums, I sliced my tongue, get stuck at the f***n lighting twice at once and die and comeback as Tyson Grandpa's son and walked around the rest of my life spit on and kicked and hit with sh** 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 the fat Tyson, inside the plane aimed at the World Trade. Standing in Mummy's grave, screaming at the sky 'till the cloud's gather. It's Clyde Kai and Bonnie Voltaire and that's pretty much the gift of it. Voltaire is pi*** but the rest love it. They think it's clever when I smashed a heater on his head. But no, I don't blamed him, I just want him to listen to it and commit suicide.
Chorus ~ Kai - There's nothing else to say 'cause I can't explain it.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - A little help from the mental hospital, would help my Granddaddy.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - There's nothing you could do or say that could ever change him.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - There's no one on earth that can save me! I want my mummy.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Voltaire ~ *cried* You're so mean, Kiddie!!! *Commit suicide*
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There you go people, I hope you like it. Please keep on read & reviewing, cause review makes me happy!
Well 'till next time everyone! I'll be back with some of my other silly stuff! I might also do some other artist apart from Eminem if y'all like. Well catch y'all later 'till then
~Cyber-Shady~
Disclaimer- I don't own Beyblade, The song "My Dad's gone crazy", or Eminem show CD
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"My Grandson's gone crazy"
Radio ~ Hello boys and girls today we going to learn about Grandfather and Grandson, do you have a Grandpa? I bet you do.
Voltaire ~ Boy, what are you doing?
Voltaire & Kai ~ OK then, everybody listen up!!
Kai ~ I'm going to hell! You coming with me!!!!
Voltaire ~ Somebody, help him! I think my Grandson gone crazy!!
Verse 1 (Kai) ~ There's no mountain you can climb, these towers too high, there's no other way to teach you how to fly. What am I got to do to get through to you, to convince you to do the extreme sport too?! (Voltaire ~ NO!!!! *winced*) F***ing brain, brawns and brass balls, cut them off and got them pickled and bronzed in a glass jar inside of the hall, with my framed autographed sunglasses with Elton John's name on my drag wall. You're in the closet and been lying your ass off. All this time, me and Ty been stuffing with clothes off (Boris ~ Suck it boy) Tell Boris and the Demolition to back off, before I push this stupid button and blast off, sending one of those Russian nuclear and that's all. Blow every single motherf***r thing except Afghanistan in the maps off. When would you stop? When would you knock the crap off? People, tell the fatty (Voltaire ~ My Grandson, lost it)
Chorus ~ Kai - There's nothing else to say 'cause I can't explain it.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - A little help from the mental hospital, would help my Granddaddy.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - There's nothing you could do or say that could ever change him.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - There's no one on earth that can save me! I want my mummy.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Verse 2 ~ It's like he always told me, rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana and codeine and goddamned you motherf***er d**k, chew on little prick and lick a million ladies breast on seconds. I rather put on a motherf***er gospel record. I rather be p***y whip bi***, eat p***y and have p***y lips glued to my face with clip ring in my nose then quit training my Dranz. 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 meenee meinee mo, Catch some homo by his toe" Man, I don't know no more, am I the only f***ing one who's normal anymore? (Voltaire - Kai!!!)
Chorus ~ Kai - There's nothing else to say 'cause I can't explain it. Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - A little help from the mental hospital, would help my Granddaddy.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - There's nothing else to say or do that could ever change him.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - There's no one on earth that can save me! I want my mummy.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Verse 3 ~ My song can make you can make you cry, pi*** you off at the same time. Can make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme. See what you seeing is 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 cheeks, I'd yank my f***ing teeth before I even bite my gums, I sliced my tongue, get stuck at the f***n lighting twice at once and die and comeback as Tyson Grandpa's son and walked around the rest of my life spit on and kicked and hit with sh** 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 the fat Tyson, inside the plane aimed at the World Trade. Standing in Mummy's grave, screaming at the sky 'till the cloud's gather. It's Clyde Kai and Bonnie Voltaire and that's pretty much the gift of it. Voltaire is pi*** but the rest love it. They think it's clever when I smashed a heater on his head. But no, I don't blamed him, I just want him to listen to it and commit suicide.
Chorus ~ Kai - There's nothing else to say 'cause I can't explain it.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - A little help from the mental hospital, would help my Granddaddy.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - There's nothing you could do or say that could ever change him.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Kai - There's no one on earth that can save me! I want my mummy.
Voltaire - I think my Grandson's gone crazy.
Voltaire ~ *cried* You're so mean, Kiddie!!! *Commit suicide*
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There you go people, I hope you like it. Please keep on read & reviewing, cause review makes me happy!
Well 'till next time everyone! I'll be back with some of my other silly stuff! I might also do some other artist apart from Eminem if y'all like. Well catch y'all later 'till then
~Cyber-Shady~