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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 could I

Locked in Mariah's wine cellar, all I had for
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, happened to us?
Why did we have to break up? All I asked for was a of punch
You see I never asked for much
I can't imagine what's goin' through you
After such a nasty up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I cut you like Dahmer, a butcher 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 fuckin' annoyin', the shovel, boy

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

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

Bagpipes Baghdad
will it ever cease for Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least
Bagpipes Baghdad
goin' through 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
will stop me from molestin' you
Titty fuckin' you 'till your breast nipple flesh tickles my

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

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

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

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

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Somebody turn the 'Vacancy' 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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