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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 I begin?

in Mariah's 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 never asked for much
I imagine what's goin' through you mind
After a nasty break up

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

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

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

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

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

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

What an ensemble, what an assortment of
This beautiful dust in my palm
Cuticles get residue just touching the bottle
knew I could remind me so much of my mama

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

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

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

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

Bagpipes Baghdad
Somebody the 'Vacancy' sign on 'cause I'm gone blowin' up my
Bagpipes from
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 me from molestin' you
Titty you 'till your breast nipple flesh tickles my testicles

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

I just got my one year sobriety coin
When the bad get goin', how bad does the get?
Baby, you have any trouble 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 back at the loins, shit
Knew the little boy with the chips, ahoy chip
Cookie looky, took me a Polaroid

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

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