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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from Baghdad Somebody turn the 'Vacancy' sign on 'cause I'm blowin' up my Bagpipes from 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
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Bagpipes from 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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