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

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

Mariah, whatever to us?
Why did we to break up? All I asked for was a glass of punch
You see I never asked for much
I can't imagine what's through you mind
After a nasty break up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know what the fuck you're doin'
I ain't playin' no more
Nick Cannon you prick, I wish you luck with the whore
Every minute there's a sucka
Snuck up on and made the motherfuckers suck
On a shucka

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

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

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

In the bed two brain dead lesbian vegetables
I bet you they become
Nothin' will stop me from you
Titty fuckin' you 'till breast nipple flesh tickles my testicles

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

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

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

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

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