Bagpipes from Baghdad

Ohh, it's music to my ears

Oh man, how can I describe the way I feel?

Fuckin' great, man

Okay, let me see, how could I begin?

Locked in Mariah's wine cellar, all I had for lunch

Was bread, wine, more bread, wine and Cap'n Crunch

Red wine for breakfast and for brunch

And to soak it up and in between snack crackers to munch

Mariah, whatever 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 you mind

After such a nasty break up

With that Latin hunk Luis 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 a little rap and punk

Zap and Eric Clapton shaft brings Abba 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, you cunt

Nick, you had your fun, I've come to kick you in your sack of junk

Man, I could use a fresh batch of blood

So prepare your vernacular for Dracula acupuncture

Bagpipes from Baghdad

When will it ever cease for Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least

Bagpipes from Baghdad

What's goin' through my mind half the time

When my rhyme are blowin' up my

Bagpipes from Baghdad

Somebody turn the 'Vacancy' sign on 'cause I'm gone blowin' up my

Bagpipes from Baghdad

I run the streets and act like a mad man holdin' a glad

You can be a permanent fixture in my lyrical mixture

I'm the miracle whip, a trickster

My signature sound when the tube of lipsticks surround

I'm bound to put it on in an instant, wow, man

What an ensemble, what an assortment of pharmaceuticals

This beautiful pill dust in my palm

Cuticles get residue just from touching the bottle

Never knew I could remind me so much of my mama

I cut you like Dahmer, pull a butcher knife on ya

The size of a sword, boy, I'm like the fuckin' Red Sonja

Get it stuck in your cornea, nice knowin' ya Norman

You're so fuckin' annoyin', drop the shovel, boy

You don't know what the fuck you're 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 sucka born

Snuck up on Malakai and made the motherfuckers suck

On a shucka corn

Shucka, shucka corn, shucka corn

Hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck and told him it's fuckin' on

Now what the fuck are ya doin'? You're runnin' over the snow blower

With the lawnmower blowing your bagpipes from Baghdad

Bagpipes from Baghdad

When will it ever cease for Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least

Bagpipes from Baghdad

What's goin' through my mind half the time

When my rhyme are blowin' up my

Bagpipes from Baghdad

Somebody turn the 'Vacancy' sign on 'cause I'm gone blowin' up my

Bagpipes from Baghdad

I run the streets and act like a mad man holdin' a glad bag

In the bed with two brain dead lesbian vegetables

I bet you they become heterosexual

Nothin' will stop me from molestin' you

Titty fuckin' you 'till 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 goin' get?

Baby, you shouldn't have any trouble rubbin' groins with

Each other, especially when you're joined at the hip

I'm goin' to get the needle and thread from the sowin' kit

And attempt to separate 'em, and stitch them back at the loins, shit

Knew the little boy with the chocolate chips, ahoy chip

Cookie looky, even took me a Polaroid

Bagpipes from Baghdad

When will it ever cease for Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least

Bagpipes from Baghdad

What's goin' through my mind half the time

When my rhyme are blowin' up my

Bagpipes from Baghdad

Somebody turn the 'Vacancy' sign on 'cause I'm gone blowin' up my

Bagpipes from Baghdad

I run the streets and act like a mad man holdin' a glad bag of

Bagpipes from Baghdad