Bizarro Genius Baby - Original 歌词
| 歌曲 | Bizarro Genius Baby - Original |
| 歌手 | MC Frontalot |
| 专辑 | Secrets From The Future |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Bizarre, bizarro, bizarro genius baby. | |
| Bizarre, bizarro, bizarro genius baby. | |
| I had a dream that I fathered a bizarro genius baby. | |
| She's out the womb like, "Dood, why'd I get expatriated?" | |
| Debated at one month the finer points of a diaper, | |
| devised a device composed of a hose and a windshield wiper. | |
| Grew riper in intellect as the months passed, wore a dunce cap ironically, | |
| got fussy once and she summoned me not sonically | |
| but through a series of editorials that she authored, | |
| entitled: "Is MC Frontalot One Of The Worst Fathers?" | |
| Oxford, Stanford, Harvard called, she didn't call them back. | |
| "Tuition & Housing? I'm holding out for a tenure track." | |
| Distracted by her first birthday party, I hardly noticed | |
| she'd brought peace to the middle east or at least a cease-fire with the POTUS. | |
| And no dust had settled when she'd disproved Fermat | |
| by finding A³ + B³ that = C³ and her sadness | |
| at throwing the field into disarray got assuaged | |
| by a brand new rattle and a mint parfait. | |
| She had to settle for the Fields Medal but didn't settle well, | |
| all the while cursing the indiscretions of Madame Nobel, | |
| and so well tuckered out was she at this point that she napped, | |
| arose with a whole symphony composed in B-flat. | |
| "See dad?" Yes dear, it'll go with the other ones on the fridge, | |
| in between the two Puccinis you translated & abridged, | |
| just above 'I love you dad' in macaroni/glitter | |
| and the 37 villanelles to mom (but I ain't bitter). | |
| And no quitter was she neither when the time it came to walk: | |
| built an exoskeleton out of gelatin and chalk | |
| which allowed her to run thirty miles an hour 'round the yard. | |
| You think that parenting your normal little children is hard? | |
| I got scarred, scared, scampered at by holographic artifacts | |
| that she projected on the scene with a machine that automatically | |
| discerns your worst concerns & makes them visible. | |
| She deemed it risible. Her glee was indivisible | |
| from all emanations that the baby would make. | |
| I had to become less hilarious for all of our sakes. | |
| I made mistakes, I'll admit it. Dropped the kid on her head, | |
| destroyed the part of her that thought of evil. Or so she said! | |
| Now I bred this thing out myself in part — | |
| she quoted "reap what you sow;" I had to take it to heart. | |
| I sought to restart: I said, "Girl, you'll be a woman. | |
| Can't be dabbling and dilettantin' all the time, I'm assuming. | |
| Got to pick a theme and focus the beam of your brain power." | |
| Her face became overcome with an insane glower | |
| and then it remained sour. She said, "Oh, I have. | |
| Though the UI that you gave me was buggy I finally found me the nav. | |
| And I'm dialing in a career path I think you'll like. | |
| Starts when I played with an 808 and it ends with a mic." | |
| I didn't need her to elaborate at all. | |
| She was already wearing the glasses, mic in the palm. | |
| She planned to become a nerdcore rapper just like me | |
| so I shipped her to Singapore, sold her baby ass to Nike. | |
| Bizarre, bizarro, bizarro genius baby. | |
| Sorry, baby. You work for them now. | |
| Bizarre, bizarro, bizarro genius baby. | |
| Stitch'em tight. |
| Bizarre, bizarro, bizarro genius baby. | |
| Bizarre, bizarro, bizarro genius baby. | |
| I had a dream that I fathered a bizarro genius baby. | |
| She' s out the womb like, " Dood, why' d I get expatriated?" | |
| Debated at one month the finer points of a diaper, | |
| devised a device composed of a hose and a windshield wiper. | |
| Grew riper in intellect as the months passed, wore a dunce cap ironically, | |
| got fussy once and she summoned me not sonically | |
| but through a series of editorials that she authored, | |
| entitled: " Is MC Frontalot One Of The Worst Fathers?" | |
| Oxford, Stanford, Harvard called, she didn' t call them back. | |
| " Tuition Housing? I' m holding out for a tenure track." | |
| Distracted by her first birthday party, I hardly noticed | |
| she' d brought peace to the middle east or at least a ceasefire with the POTUS. | |
| And no dust had settled when she' d disproved Fermat | |
| by finding A B that C and her sadness | |
| at throwing the field into disarray got assuaged | |
| by a brand new rattle and a mint parfait. | |
| She had to settle for the Fields Medal but didn' t settle well, | |
| all the while cursing the indiscretions of Madame Nobel, | |
| and so well tuckered out was she at this point that she napped, | |
| arose with a whole symphony composed in Bflat. | |
| " See dad?" Yes dear, it' ll go with the other ones on the fridge, | |
| in between the two Puccinis you translated abridged, | |
| just above ' I love you dad' in macaroni glitter | |
| and the 37 villanelles to mom but I ain' t bitter. | |
| And no quitter was she neither when the time it came to walk: | |
| built an exoskeleton out of gelatin and chalk | |
| which allowed her to run thirty miles an hour ' round the yard. | |
| You think that parenting your normal little children is hard? | |
| I got scarred, scared, scampered at by holographic artifacts | |
| that she projected on the scene with a machine that automatically | |
| discerns your worst concerns makes them visible. | |
| She deemed it risible. Her glee was indivisible | |
| from all emanations that the baby would make. | |
| I had to become less hilarious for all of our sakes. | |
| I made mistakes, I' ll admit it. Dropped the kid on her head, | |
| destroyed the part of her that thought of evil. Or so she said! | |
| Now I bred this thing out myself in part | |
| she quoted " reap what you sow" I had to take it to heart. | |
| I sought to restart: I said, " Girl, you' ll be a woman. | |
| Can' t be dabbling and dilettantin' all the time, I' m assuming. | |
| Got to pick a theme and focus the beam of your brain power." | |
| Her face became overcome with an insane glower | |
| and then it remained sour. She said, " Oh, I have. | |
| Though the UI that you gave me was buggy I finally found me the nav. | |
| And I' m dialing in a career path I think you' ll like. | |
| Starts when I played with an 808 and it ends with a mic." | |
| I didn' t need her to elaborate at all. | |
| She was already wearing the glasses, mic in the palm. | |
| She planned to become a nerdcore rapper just like me | |
| so I shipped her to Singapore, sold her baby ass to Nike. | |
| Bizarre, bizarro, bizarro genius baby. | |
| Sorry, baby. You work for them now. | |
| Bizarre, bizarro, bizarro genius baby. | |
| Stitch' em tight. |
| Bizarre, bizarro, bizarro genius baby. | |
| Bizarre, bizarro, bizarro genius baby. | |
| I had a dream that I fathered a bizarro genius baby. | |
| She' s out the womb like, " Dood, why' d I get expatriated?" | |
| Debated at one month the finer points of a diaper, | |
| devised a device composed of a hose and a windshield wiper. | |
| Grew riper in intellect as the months passed, wore a dunce cap ironically, | |
| got fussy once and she summoned me not sonically | |
| but through a series of editorials that she authored, | |
| entitled: " Is MC Frontalot One Of The Worst Fathers?" | |
| Oxford, Stanford, Harvard called, she didn' t call them back. | |
| " Tuition Housing? I' m holding out for a tenure track." | |
| Distracted by her first birthday party, I hardly noticed | |
| she' d brought peace to the middle east or at least a ceasefire with the POTUS. | |
| And no dust had settled when she' d disproved Fermat | |
| by finding A B that C and her sadness | |
| at throwing the field into disarray got assuaged | |
| by a brand new rattle and a mint parfait. | |
| She had to settle for the Fields Medal but didn' t settle well, | |
| all the while cursing the indiscretions of Madame Nobel, | |
| and so well tuckered out was she at this point that she napped, | |
| arose with a whole symphony composed in Bflat. | |
| " See dad?" Yes dear, it' ll go with the other ones on the fridge, | |
| in between the two Puccinis you translated abridged, | |
| just above ' I love you dad' in macaroni glitter | |
| and the 37 villanelles to mom but I ain' t bitter. | |
| And no quitter was she neither when the time it came to walk: | |
| built an exoskeleton out of gelatin and chalk | |
| which allowed her to run thirty miles an hour ' round the yard. | |
| You think that parenting your normal little children is hard? | |
| I got scarred, scared, scampered at by holographic artifacts | |
| that she projected on the scene with a machine that automatically | |
| discerns your worst concerns makes them visible. | |
| She deemed it risible. Her glee was indivisible | |
| from all emanations that the baby would make. | |
| I had to become less hilarious for all of our sakes. | |
| I made mistakes, I' ll admit it. Dropped the kid on her head, | |
| destroyed the part of her that thought of evil. Or so she said! | |
| Now I bred this thing out myself in part | |
| she quoted " reap what you sow" I had to take it to heart. | |
| I sought to restart: I said, " Girl, you' ll be a woman. | |
| Can' t be dabbling and dilettantin' all the time, I' m assuming. | |
| Got to pick a theme and focus the beam of your brain power." | |
| Her face became overcome with an insane glower | |
| and then it remained sour. She said, " Oh, I have. | |
| Though the UI that you gave me was buggy I finally found me the nav. | |
| And I' m dialing in a career path I think you' ll like. | |
| Starts when I played with an 808 and it ends with a mic." | |
| I didn' t need her to elaborate at all. | |
| She was already wearing the glasses, mic in the palm. | |
| She planned to become a nerdcore rapper just like me | |
| so I shipped her to Singapore, sold her baby ass to Nike. | |
| Bizarre, bizarro, bizarro genius baby. | |
| Sorry, baby. You work for them now. | |
| Bizarre, bizarro, bizarro genius baby. | |
| Stitch' em tight. |
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