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Ohh, it's to my ears
Oh man, how can I the way I feel?
great, man
Okay, let me see, how I begin?

Locked in Mariah's cellar, all I had for lunch
Was bread, wine, bread, wine and Cap'n Crunch
Red wine for breakfast and for
And to soak it up and in between crackers to munch

Mariah, happened to us?
Why did we have to break up? All I for was a glass of punch
You see I never really for much
I imagine what's goin' through you mind
After a nasty break up

With that Latin hunk Miguel
Nick Cannon better the fuck up
I'm not playin', I her back you punk
This is Hello bedspread satin funk

Mixed Egyptian, with a little rap and punk
Zap and Eric shaft brings Abba crunk
And yeah baby, I want crack at ya
You can me with any spatula that you want

I mean I want ya bad, you cunt
Nick, you had your fun, come to kick you in your sack of junk
Man, I could use a batch of blood
So prepare vernacular for Dracula acupuncture

from Baghdad
When will it ever cease for Pete's sakes, he's to say the least
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What's goin' through my mind the time
When my rhyme are up my

from Baghdad
Somebody the 'Vacancy' sign on 'cause I'm gone blowin' up my
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I run the streets and act like a mad man a glad

You can be a permanent fixture in my mixture
I'm the whip, a trickster
My signature when the tube of lipsticks surround
I'm to put it on in an instant, wow, man

What an ensemble, what an assortment of
This pill dust in my palm
Cuticles get residue just from touching the
Never knew I could me so much of my mama

I cut you like Dahmer, pull a knife on ya
The size of a sword, boy, I'm the fuckin' Red Sonja
Get it in your cornea, nice knowin' ya Norman
You're so annoyin', drop the shovel, boy

You don't know what the fuck you're
I ain't no fuckin' more
Nick Cannon you prick, I wish you with the fuckin' whore
minute there's a sucka born
Snuck up on Malakai and the motherfuckers suck
On a corn

Shucka, shucka corn, corn
Hit in the face with a hockey puck and told him it's fuckin' on
Now the fuck are ya doin'? You're runnin' over the snow blower
With the lawnmower blowing your bagpipes from

from Baghdad
When will it cease for Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least
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What's goin' through my mind the time
When my rhyme are up my

from Baghdad
Somebody turn the 'Vacancy' sign on 'cause I'm gone up my
Bagpipes Baghdad
I run the streets and act like a mad man holdin' a bag

In the bed with two brain dead vegetables
I bet you they heterosexual
will stop me from molestin' you
Titty fuckin' you 'till your nipple flesh tickles my testicles

Is what said, to the two conjoined twins
"How's it girlfriends, you need a boyfriend?"
You some ointment, just set up an appointment
Who's gonna see the doctor first, we'll do a coin

I just got my one year coin chip
When the bad get goin', how bad does the goin'
Baby, you shouldn't have any trouble rubbin' with
Each other, especially when joined at the hip

I'm goin' to get the needle and from the sowin' kit
And attempt to separate 'em, and stitch back at the loins, shit
Knew the little boy with the chocolate chips, ahoy
looky, even took me a Polaroid

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When will it ever cease for Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the
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What's goin' my mind half the time
When my rhyme are up my

from Baghdad
Somebody turn the 'Vacancy' on 'cause I'm gone blowin' up my
from Baghdad
I run the and act like a mad man holdin' a glad bag of
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