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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 could I

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

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

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

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

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

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

from 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bagpipes from
turn 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 with two brain dead vegetables
I bet you they heterosexual
Nothin' will stop me molestin' you
Titty fuckin' you 'till your breast flesh tickles my testicles

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

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

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

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

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