[Intro] Its music to myears... How can i describe the way it fels? It's fucking great man! O.k., let me see, how can I begin?
[Verse 1] 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 and in between snack crackers to much 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 playn' I want her back ya 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 ba-by I want another crack at ya you can beat me with any spatula that ya want I mean I really want ya bad ya 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 acupunc -ture
[Chours] Bagpipes from Baghdad when will it ever cease? For Pete sakes he's crazy to say the least Bagpipes from Baghdad what's goin through my mind, half the time when I rhyme while blowing on my Bagpipes from Baghdad somebody turn the vacancy sing on cause I'm gone, blowing on my Bagpipes from Baghdad I run the streets and act like madman holding a Glad bag
[Verse 2] You can be a parmanent fixture, in my lyrical mixture I'm the Miracle Whip trickster my signature sound, when a tube of lipstick 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 touchin' the bottle never knew I could remind me so much of my mama I'll cut ya 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, nicke knowing ya, Norman your so fucking annoyin' drop the shovel boy, you don't know what fuck your doing I ain't playin' no fuckin' more Nick Cannon ya prick I wish ya luck with the fuckin' whore, every minute there's a sucker born snuck up on Malachi made the motherfucker suck on a shuck of corn shuck of, shuck of corn, shuck of corn hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck and told him it's fucking on man what the fuck are ya doin'? Your running over the snow blower with the lawn mower blow on your bagpipes from Baghdad
[Chours] Bagpipes from Baghdad when will it ever cease? For Pete sakes he's crazy to say the least Bagpipes from Baghdad what's goin through my mind, half the time when I rhyme while blowing on my Bagpipes from Baghdad somebody turn the vacancy sing on cause I'm gone, blowing on my Bagpipes from Baghdad I run the streets and act like madman holding a Glad bag
[Verse 3] 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 till your breast nipple flesh tickles my testicles is what I said, to the twoconjoined twins how's it goin girlfriends? You need a boyfriend? You need some ointment? Just set up an appointment whose 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 rubbing groins with each other especially when your hoined at the hip I'm going to get a needle and thread from the sewing kit and attemp to seperate 'em and stitch them back at the loin, shit lure the little boy with the chocolate Chips Ahoy chip cookie, lookie, even took me a Polaroid flick
[Chours] Bagpipes from Baghdad when will it ever cease? For Pete sakes he's crazy to say the least Bagpipes from Baghdad what's goin through my mind, half the time when I rhyme while blowing on my Bagpipes from Baghdad somebody turn the vacancy sing on cause I'm gone, blowing on my Bagpipes from Baghdad I run the streets and act like madman holding a Glad bagTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
