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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Somebody turn the sign on 'cause I'm gone blowin' 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 become heterosexual
Nothin' stop me from molestin' you
Titty fuckin' you 'till your breast nipple flesh tickles my

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

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

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

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

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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 of
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