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