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

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

Mariah, whatever to us?
Why did we to break up? All I asked for was a glass of punch
You see I really asked for much
I can't imagine what's through you mind
such a nasty break up

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

Mixed with Egyptian, 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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is what they said, to the two twins
"How's it girlfriends, you need 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 year sobriety chip
When the bad get goin', how bad the goin' get?
Baby, you shouldn't have any trouble groins with
Each other, especially when you're at the hip

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

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

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