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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, more bread, and Cap'n Crunch
Red wine for and for brunch
And to it up and in between snack crackers to munch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I cut you Dahmer, pull a butcher 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 the fuck you're doin'
I ain't playin' no fuckin'
Nick Cannon you prick, I you luck with the fuckin' whore
Every minute there's a sucka
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 him it's fuckin' on
Now what the are ya doin'? You're runnin' over the snow blower
With the blowing your bagpipes from Baghdad

Bagpipes Baghdad
When will it cease for Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least
from 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
Bagpipes Baghdad
I run the streets and act like a mad man a glad bag

In the bed with two brain lesbian vegetables
I bet you they become
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 some ointment, just 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 does the goin'
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 thread the sowin' kit
And attempt to separate 'em, and stitch them back at the loins,
the little boy with the chocolate chips, ahoy chip
Cookie looky, even took me a

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

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