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Ohh, it's to my ears
Oh man, how can I the way I feel?
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 Crunch
Red for breakfast and for brunch
And to soak it up and in between crackers to munch

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can be a permanent fixture in my lyrical
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 of pharmaceuticals
beautiful pill dust in my palm
Cuticles get residue from touching 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 fuckin' annoyin', the shovel, boy

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

Shucka, shucka corn, shucka
Hit Jason in the with a hockey puck 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 from
When it ever cease for Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least
Bagpipes Baghdad
What's through my mind half the time
my rhyme are blowin' up my

Bagpipes from
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 dead lesbian
I bet you they heterosexual
Nothin' will stop me molestin' you
Titty fuckin' you 'till breast nipple flesh tickles my testicles

Is they 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 first, we'll do a coin flip

I got my one year sobriety coin chip
the bad get goin', how bad does the goin' get?
Baby, you shouldn't have any trouble 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 little boy the chocolate chips, ahoy chip
Cookie looky, even me a Polaroid

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

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