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Bagpipes From Baghdad
(专辑: Relapse - 2009)
Oh, it's music to my ears, oh man How can I
describe the
way I
feel? Fucking 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 Captain Crunch Red wine for breakfast and for brunch And to soak it up, an 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 going through your mind after such A
nasty break-up with that Latin hunk Luis Miguel, Nick Cannon better back the
fuck up I'm not playing, I
want her back, you punk This is Hello Kitty bedspread, Satin Funk Mixed with Egyptian, with a
little rap and punk 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 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 sake, he's crazy to say the
least Bagpipes from Baghdad What's going through my mind Half the
time, when I
rhyme, or blowing up like 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— You can be a
permanent fixture in my lyrical mixture I'm the
Miracle Whip trickster My signature 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 dust in my palm, my Cuticles get residue just from touching the
bottle Never knew I
could remind me so much of my momma I'll cut ya like Dahmer, pull a
butcher knife on ya The
size of a
sword, boy, I'm like the
fucking Red Sonja Get it stuck in your cornea, nice knowing ya, Norman You're so fucking annoying, drop the
shovel, boy You don't know what the
fuck you're doing I
ain't playing no fucking more Nick Cannon, you prick, I
wish you luck with the
fucking whore Every minute there's a
sucker born, snuck up on Malachai Made the
motherfucker suck on a
shuck of corn Shuck o', shuck o' corn, Chaka Khan Hit Jason in the
face with a
hockey puck, and Told him it's fucking on, man, what the
fuck are ya doin'? You're running over the
snowblower with the
lawnmower Blowing your bagpipes from Baghdad Bagpipes from Baghdad When will it ever cease? For Pete's sake, he's crazy to say the
least Bagpipes from Baghdad What's going through my mind Half the
time, when I
rhyme, or blowing up like 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 the
bed with two brain-dead lesbian vegetables I
bet you they become heterosexual Nothing will stop me from molesting you Titty-fucking you 'til your breast nipple flesh tickles my testicles Is what I
said to the
two conjoined twins How's it going, girlfriends? You needs 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 groins with Each other, especially when you're joined at the
hip I'm going to get the
needle and thread from the
sewing kit And 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 pic Bagpipes from Baghdad When will it ever cease? For Pete's sake, he's crazy to say the
least Bagpipes from Baghdad What's going through my mind Half the
time, when I
rhyme, or blowing up like 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 Oh, bagpipes from Baghdad Hghum-day-li-laaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aa-aah-aah Hghum-day-li-laaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aa-aah-aah Hghum-day-li-laaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aa-aah-aah Hghum-day-li-laaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aa-aah-aah
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