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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, wine and Crunch
Red for breakfast and for brunch
And to soak it up and in between snack to munch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What an ensemble, an assortment of pharmaceuticals
This pill dust in my palm
Cuticles get residue just touching the bottle
knew I could remind me so much of my mama

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

You don't know the fuck you're doin'
I ain't playin' no fuckin'
Nick you prick, I wish you luck with the fuckin' whore
Every minute a sucka born
Snuck up on Malakai and made the motherfuckers
On a shucka

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

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

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

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

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

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' groins
Each other, especially when joined at the hip

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

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

from Baghdad
Somebody turn the sign 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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