Letra de Bizzaro 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 A^3 + B^3 that = C^3 and her sadness
at throwing the field into disarray got assuaged
by a brand new rattle and a mint parfait.

Bizarro genius baby: at first I was elated, but eventually I
grew concerned.
Bizarro genius baby: you prove my genes are Grade A, but what
of when tables turn?

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 Bb.
?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.
Began 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.