What other people hear:
................... fuckin ................... bite ................... slice ................... die ................... spit on ................... kicked ....... hit ...... shit ................... pain ................... little girl inside of a plane aimed at the World Trade................... grave ... Screaming ................... pissed ........ kids love it ................... meat cleavers ..... blame you .... wouldn't let ..... listen to me
What I hear:
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme See 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 yank 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 of my brain, than the eyes of a little girl inside of a plane Aimed at the World Trade, standin' on Ronnie's grave, Screaming at the sky, till clouds gather as Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade And thats 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
