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Ohh, music 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, bread, wine 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 glass of
You see I never really for much
I can't imagine what's through you mind
After such a break up

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

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

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

from Baghdad
When will it cease 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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Somebody turn the 'Vacancy' on 'cause I'm gone blowin' up my
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I run the streets and act a mad man holdin' a glad

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 beautiful pill in my palm
Cuticles get residue from touching the bottle
Never knew I 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 Red Sonja
Get it stuck in your cornea, nice knowin' ya
You're so annoyin', drop the shovel, boy

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

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

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

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

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

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 joined at the hip

I'm goin' to get the needle and thread from the kit
And attempt to separate 'em, and stitch back at the loins, shit
Knew the little boy with the chocolate chips, 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
Bagpipes Baghdad
What's goin' through my half the time
When my are blowin' up my

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