Bagpipes From Baghdad

Album: Relapse (2009)
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  • Oh, 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 Captain Crunch
    Red wine for breakfast and for brunch
    And to soak it up an in between snack, crackers to munch
    Mariah, what's 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 going through your mind after such
    A nasty breakup 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
    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 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, nice knowin' ya, Norman
    You're so fuckin' annoyin', drop the shovel, boy
    You don't know what the fuck you're doing
    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 Malachai and 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 fuckin' on
    Man, what the fuck are you doing?
    You're runnin' over the snow blower with the lawnmower
    Blowin' on 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-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 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 wit?
    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
    Lured 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 Writer/s: Andre Romell Young, Dawaun W. Parker, Mark Christopher Batson, Marshall B. III Mathers, Michael A. Jr. Elizondo, Sean A. Cruse, Trevor Ira Lawrence
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 3

  • Mars Rivera from NowhereI think everybody overlooks the second and third verses.
  • Sioraf from Macroon, IrelandJust goes to show that anyone can launch a moronic, barely literate rant on Twitter.
  • Vicki from Chicago, Ilthat wasn't nice of him
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