Bagpipes From Baghdad

  • 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 red wine, more red 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 ask 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 to bag ya punk
    This is Hello Kitty bedspread satin funk
    Mixed with Egyptian, with a little rappin' pump
    Zappin Eric Clapton, Shaft, Frank Zappa crunk
    And yeah baby, I want another crack at ya
    You can beat me with any spatula that ya 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 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 pharma
    Ceuticals, it's 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 you like Dahmer, pull a butcher knife on ya
    The size of a sword boy, I'm like a fuckin' Red Sonia
    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 ya 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 sucker born
    Snuck up on Malachai and 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 fuckin' on
    What the fuck are you doin'
    You're runnin' 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 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 they said to the two conjoined twins
    How's it going girlfriends, you need a boyfriend?
    You need some ointment, just make 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
    An attempt to seperate '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, 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
    I run the streets and act like a madman, holding a Glad bag of bagpipes from Baghdad Writer/s: TREVOR LAWRENCE JR., MIKE ELIZONDO, MARK BATSON, SEAN CRUSE, MARSHALL MATHERS, DAWAUN PARKER, ANDRE YOUNG
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    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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