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Ohh, it's 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, wine and Cap'n
Red for breakfast and for brunch
And to soak it up and in between snack crackers to

Mariah, whatever to us?
Why did we have to break up? All I asked for was a glass of
You see I really asked for much
I can't imagine what's through you mind
After such a break up

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

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

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

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

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

You can be a permanent in my lyrical mixture
I'm the miracle whip, a
My sound 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 residue from touching the bottle
Never knew I could remind me so much of my

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

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

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

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

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

In the bed two brain dead lesbian vegetables
I bet you they heterosexual
Nothin' will stop me molestin' you
Titty fuckin' you your breast nipple flesh tickles my testicles

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

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

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

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

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