Bagpipes From Baghdad

Aaahhhh… Oh, it's music to my ears… oh man! How can I describe the way I feel? F**king great man! Ok, let me see… How can I begin? Locked in Mariah's wine cellar all I had for lunch Was red wine, more red wine and captain crunch Red wine for breakfast and for brunch And to soak it up an in-between snack crackers to munch Mariah what ever happened to us? Why did we have to break up? All I asked for was a glass of punch You see I never really asked for much I can't imagine what's Goin through your mind after such A nasty break-up with that Latin hunk Louis Miguel, Nick Cannon better back the fuck up I'm not playin’ I want her back you punk This is Hello Kitty bedspread satin funk Mixed with Egyptian with the little rappin punk Zappin Eric Clapton Shaq brings out da crunk And yeah baby, I want another crack at ya You can beat me with any spatula that you want I mean I really want ya bad ya cunt Nick you had your fun I've come to kick ya in your sack of junk Man I could use a fresh batch of blood So prepare your vernacular for Dracular acupuncture Bagpipes from baghdad When will it ever cease For Pete's sakes she's crazy to say the least Bagpipes from baghdad What's goin through my mind Half the time when I rhyme we're blowin up like Bagpipes from baghdad Someone turn the vacancy sign on Cause i'm gone, blowing up like Bagpipes from baghdad I run the streets and mack Like a madman holdin a glad bag You can be a permanent fixture in my lyrical mixture I'm the miracle whip, a trickster My sig-nature sound when a tube of lipstick's around I'm bound to put it on in an instant wow man What an ensemble, what an assortment of PHARMA- Ceuticals this beautiful pill does to my palma Cuticles get residue just from touchin the bottle Never knew I could remind me so much of my momma I'll cut ya like Dahmer, pull the butcher knife on ya The size of a sword boy i'm like the fuckin ruts on ya Get it stuck in your cornea, nice knowin ya Norman Your so fuckin annoyin, drop the shovel boy You don't know what the fuck your doin I ain't playin no fuckin more Nick Cannon you prick I wish you luck with the fuckin whore Every minute there's a sucker born, snuck up on Maliki made the motherfucker suck on a shuck of corn Shuck of, shucka corn, shucka corn Hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck and tell em it's fuckin on Man what the fuck are ya doin You're runnin over the snowblower with the lawnmower Blowin your bagpipes from baghdad Bagpipes from baghdad When will it ever cease For Pete's sakes she's crazy to say the least Bagpipes from baghdad What's goin through my mind Half the time when I rhyme we're blowin up like Bagpipes from baghdad Someone turn the vacancy sign on Cause i'm gone, blowing up like Bagpipes from baghdad I run the streets and mack Like a madman holdin a glad bag In the bed with two brain dead lesbian vegetables I bet you they become heterosexual Nothing will stop me from molestin’ you Titty-fuckin’ you til’ your breast nipple flesh tickles my testicles Is what they said to the two conjoined twins How's it going girlfriends, you need a boyfriend You need some ointment, just set up an appointment Who's gonna see the doctor first, we'll do a coin flip I just got my one-year sobriety coin chip When the bad get goin, how bad does the going get Baby you shouldn't have any trouble rubbin groins wit Each other especially when you're joined at the hip I'm going to get the needle and thread from the sewing kit An attempt to separate 'em and stitch 'em back at the loin shit Lure the little boy with the chocolate chips ahoy! chip- Cookie lookie even took me a polaroid Bagpipes from baghdad When will it ever cease For Pete's sakes she's crazy to say the least Bagpipes from baghdad What's goin through my mind Half the time when I rhyme we're blowin up like Bagpipes from baghdad Someone turn the vacancy sign on Cause i'm gone, blowing up like Bagpipes from baghdad I run the streets and mack Like a madman holdin a glad bag Hghum-day-li-laaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aa-aah-aah x4