Bagpipes From Baghdad

Oh, it's music to my ears, oh man

How can I describe the way I feel?

**** great, man

Okay, let me see

How could I begin?

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

Was red wine, more red 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, 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 ask for much

I can't imagine what's going through your mind

After such a nasty breakup with that Latin hunk

Louis McGale, Nick Cannon better back the **** up

I'm not playing, I want to bag you, punk

This is Hello Kitty bedspread satin funk

Mixed with Egyptian with a little rapping pump

Zapp and Eric Clapton, Shaft, Frank Zappa, 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 you bad, you ****

Nick, you've had your fun

I've come to kick you in your ****, your junk

Man, I could use a fresh batch of ****

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 going through my mind half the time

When I rhyme, while blowing on my

Bagpipes from Baghdad

Somebody turn the vacancy sign on

'Cause I'm gone, blowing on my

Bagpipes from Baghdad

I run the streets and act like a madman

Holding a glad bag

You can be a permanent fixture in my lyrical mixture

I'm the miracle whip trickster

My signature sound when the tube of lipstick's around

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

Man, what an ensemble, what an assortment of pharmaceuticals

It's beautiful, pill dust in my palm, my

Cuticles get residue just from touching the bottle

Never knew I could remind myself so much of my mama

I'll **** you like Dahmer, pull a **** on you

The size of sword, boy, I'm like the **** Red Sonia

Get it stuck in your cornea, nice knowing you, Norman

You're so **** annoying, drop the shovel, boy

You don't know what the **** you're doing

I ain't playing no **** more

Nick Cannon, you ****, I wish you luck with the **** whore

Every minute there's a sucker born

Snuck up on Malachi and made the ****

Suck on a shuck of corn

Shuck, shuck of corn, shuck of corn

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

Man, what the **** are you doing?

You're running over the snow blower

With the lawnmower

Blow on 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 going through my mind half the time

When I rhyme, while blowing on my

Bagpipes from Baghdad

Somebody turn the vacancy sign on

'Cause I'm gone, blowing on my

Bagpipes from Baghdad

I run the streets and act like a madman

Holding a glad bag

In a bed with two brain dead lesbian vegetables

I bet you they become heterosexuals

Nothing will stop me from **** ****

**** **** you till your **** **** flesh

Tickles my ****

That's 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 going, how bad does the going get?

Baby, you shouldn't have any trouble rubbing **** with

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, ****

Lured the **** with the chocolate Chips Ahoy chip

Cookie, lookie, even took me a Polaroid, bitch

Bagpipes from Baghdad

When will it ever cease?

For Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least

Bagpipes from Baghdad

What's going through my mind half the time

When I rhyme, while blowing on my

Bagpipes from Baghdad

Somebody turn the vacancy sign on

'Cause I'm gone, blowing on my

Bagpipes from Baghdad