| Beaner�s Gone Crazy (Clean Version) By: Syre Featuring: Beaner Brown, Tim�s Mom, and Tim�s Dad* (From the song "My Dad's Gone Crazy" by Eminem) [Intro:] (TV tuning) (Timmy gobbling beans) [TV Presenter:] Hello boys and girls Today we're gonna talk about mother and beaner** relationships Do you have a beaner**? I'll bet you do [Door opens] Who's your beaner**? [Timmy�s mom:] Timmy, what're you doing? [Beat starts] [Timmy:] Haha! [Timmy and mom:] Ok then! Everybody, listen up! [Timmy:] I'm goin� to Taco Bell, who's comin' with me? [Mom:] Somebody, please help him! (Gagging) I think my son�s gone crazy! [Verse 1- Timmy:] There's no wall that I can't climb There's no hairdo too high, No beans that I can't learn how to fry What do I gotta do to get through to you, to show you there ain't nothing I can't take this light saber to? (Timmy imitates light saber) Fightin� Snowtroopers down school halls Mr. Nicolette gave me detention for droppin� my stools jar inside of a stall, and throwing beans at the staff Spray painting mine and J-Lo�s name, on the front wall Caught in the office, I was takin� my pants off My hair attacked Amy when she ripped my hat off [Mrs. Dickinson:] Dang it, Timmy! [Timmy:] So tell Matt and his boyfriend to back off Before I eat this beef and bean burrito and blast off And launch one of these pooplears, and blast off (Timmy makes flatulent sound) Blow every single thing, except Mexico on the map, off When will it stop? When will I knock the crap off? [Knocking] Come on, tell 'em mommy [Mom:] My son's lost it [Chorus:] [Timmy:] There's really nothin' else to say I, I can't explain it [Mom:] I think my son�s gone crazy! [Timmy:] Going back to the second grade, that could help me greatly [Mom:] I think my son�s gone crazy! [Timmy:] I always act like such a baby, somebody change me [Mom:] I think my son�s gone crazy! [Timmy:] There's no one on earth that can change me, not even Katie [Mom:] I think my son�s gone crazy! [Verse 2- Tim�s Dad*:] It's like Timothy always told me (Tim�s dad* impersonates Tim) �Rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana rana, and tacos and burritos, you little enchilada If you ain�t got no more beans to eat, ya don�t mean nothin'!!!� Uh� Shut up Tim, go eat another burrito Or taquito, and eat a million double-decker tacos per second I'd rather listen to a Katie/Jessica record I�d rather have my head in a vice, and 2 tons, my youngest son* Chris sit on my face with James� BO in my nose Than look at Tim and his toes, quit wearin� homo tight clothes Can't you see why I'm so mean? I have 3 psychotic sons* that I never chose I shouldn�t have to go eenie meenie minie mo Catch a beaner** by his toe, man I don't know no more Am I the only friggin� one who's normal any more? [Timmy, Garrett and Chris:] Dad!* [Chorus] [Timmy:] There's really nothin' else to say I, I can't explain it [Dad*:] I think your son�s gone crazy! [Timmy:] Going back to the second grade, that could help me greatly [Dad*:] I think your son�s gone crazy! [Timmy:] I always act like such a baby, somebody change me [Dad*:] I think your son�s gone crazy! [Timmy:] There's no one on earth that can change me, not even Katie [Dad*:] I think your son�s gone crazy! [Verse 3- Timmy:] My farts can make you cry, take you by surprise And at the same time, make you shield your eyes must be a crime To deliver newspapers naked for work In the bushes I lurk, I�m easy to misinterpret it at first, Cuz when I speak, it's beans in cheek I eat Mexican food like menudo and fried cow tongue Toejam�s like gum, I like to refry my beans twice at once Ya know, I think I might be someone else�s son I walk around the mall laughed at and spit on And kicked and hit and bit, every time I come To Slam Night, I�m not a gay Mexican, come on! Behave! I�ve got no brain, using a jagged taco shell to jack a plane My hair provides shade, for my dignity�s grave, Screaming at the guy at Ruby Juice to give me a bean-lemonade [Syre] And that�s pretty much the gist of it, His pants are pissed, but he just loves it Electric tortilla heater stashed, and two beaners** with meat cleavers I don't blame you, I wouldn't let beaners** walk up to me neither [Chorus] [Timmy:] There's really nothin' else to say I, I can't explain it [Syre:] Man, this beaner�s gone crazy! [Timmy:] Going back to the second grade, that could help me greatly [Syre:] Damn! This beaner�s gone crazy! [Timmy:] I always act like such a baby, somebody change me [Syre:] I think that bean�s gone crazy! [Timmy:] There's no one on earth that can change me, not even Katie [Syre:] All these beaner�s gone crazy! Crazy! [Katie:] Ha ha! You're funny Timmy! *Syre Studios Makes No Claims That Tim�s �Dad� Is Really His Biological Father. |
**Beaner 1. n. baseball intentionally thrown at a batter�s head. 2. n. racial slur humorous expression used to describe a filthy Mexican. 3. n. Timothy �Beaner� Brown lousy Mexican boy how religiously lies about bowling times and such. |
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