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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 wine cellar, all I had for lunch
Was bread, wine, bread, wine and Cap'n Crunch
Red wine for breakfast and for
And to soak it up and in between snack to munch

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

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

Mixed with Egyptian, with a rap and punk
Zap and Eric Clapton shaft brings crunk
And yeah baby, I want another at ya
You can me with 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 sack of
Man, I could use a fresh of blood
So prepare your for Dracula acupuncture

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

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

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

an ensemble, what an assortment of pharmaceuticals
This pill dust in my palm
get residue just 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 fuckin' Red
Get it stuck in your cornea, knowin' ya Norman
You're so annoyin', drop 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 the fuckin' whore
Every minute a sucka born
Snuck up on Malakai and made the motherfuckers
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 doin'? You're runnin' over the blower
the lawnmower blowing your bagpipes from Baghdad

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

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

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

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 first, we'll do a coin flip

I just got my one year sobriety coin
When the bad get goin', how bad the goin' get?
Baby, you shouldn't have any rubbin' groins with
other, especially when you're joined 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,
Knew the little boy with the chips, ahoy chip
Cookie looky, even took me a

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