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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?

in Mariah's wine cellar, all I had for lunch
Was bread, wine, more bread, and Cap'n Crunch
Red wine for 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 asked for
I can't imagine what's goin' you mind
After such a break up

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

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

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

Bagpipes Baghdad
When will it ever 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

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

You can be a permanent fixture in my mixture
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, what an assortment of
This beautiful pill in my palm
Cuticles get just from touching the bottle
Never knew I remind me so much of my mama

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

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

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

Bagpipes Baghdad
When will it ever cease for Pete's sakes, crazy to say the least
Bagpipes from
What's goin' 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 bag

In the bed two brain dead lesbian vegetables
I bet you they become
Nothin' will 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 going girlfriends, you a boyfriend?"
You need ointment, just set up an appointment
Who's gonna see the doctor first, we'll do a coin

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

I'm goin' to get the needle and thread from the kit
And to separate '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 cease for sakes, he's crazy to say the least
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What's goin' through my mind half the
my rhyme are blowin' up my

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