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

Locked in Mariah's wine cellar, all I had for
Was bread, wine, bread, wine and Cap'n Crunch
Red wine for 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 for was a glass of punch
You see I really asked for much
I can't imagine what's through you mind
After such a nasty up

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

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

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

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

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

You can be a permanent fixture in my mixture
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

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

I cut you like Dahmer, pull a knife on ya
The size of a sword, boy, I'm 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 you're doin'
I ain't playin' no more
Nick Cannon you prick, I wish you with the fuckin' whore
minute there's a sucka born
Snuck up on Malakai and the motherfuckers suck
On a corn

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

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
When my rhyme are up my

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

In the bed two brain dead lesbian vegetables
I bet you they become
Nothin' stop me from molestin' 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 some ointment, set up an appointment
Who's gonna see the doctor first, we'll do a coin

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

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

from Baghdad
When will it ever 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 and act like a mad man holdin' a glad bag of
from Baghdad