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Ohh, it's music to my
Oh man, how can I the way I feel?
great, man
Okay, let me see, how could I

Locked in Mariah's cellar, all I had for lunch
Was bread, wine, more bread, wine and Crunch
Red wine for and for brunch
And to soak it up and in between snack to munch

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

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

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

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

from Baghdad
When it ever cease for Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least
Bagpipes from
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
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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 assortment of
This beautiful dust in my palm
Cuticles get residue just from the bottle
Never knew I could me so much 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 in your cornea, nice knowin' ya Norman
You're so annoyin', drop the shovel, boy

You don't know what the fuck doin'
I playin' no fuckin' more
Nick Cannon you prick, I wish you luck with the fuckin'
Every there's a sucka born
Snuck up on Malakai and the motherfuckers suck
On a corn

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

Bagpipes Baghdad
will it ever cease for Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least
Bagpipes from
goin' through my mind half the time
When my are blowin' 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 dead lesbian vegetables
I bet you they become
Nothin' will stop me from you
Titty fuckin' you 'till your nipple flesh tickles my testicles

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

I just got my one year sobriety coin
When the bad get goin', how bad does the goin'
Baby, you shouldn't have any trouble rubbin' with
Each other, especially when joined at the hip

I'm to get the needle and thread from the sowin' kit
And attempt to separate 'em, and stitch them back at the loins,
Knew the little boy with the chips, ahoy chip
Cookie looky, took me a Polaroid

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

from 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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