Oh, it's music to my ears
Oh man, how can I describe, the way I feel
Fuckin' great man
Ok, let me see
How could I begin

[Verse 1:]
Locked in mariahs wine cellar all I had for lunch,
Was red wine more red wine and some captain crunch,
Red wine for breakfast and for brunch,
And to soak it up and in between snack, crack ers to munch
Mariah what ever happened to us
Why did we have to break up
All I asked for was a glass of punch
Ya 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 migul
Nick cannon better back the fuck up
I'm not playin I want her back ya punk
This is hello kitty bed spread satin funk
Mixed with egyptian with a little rap and punk
Zapp and eric clapton
Shaft, prince, abba, crunk
Ya baby
I want another crack at ya
You can beat me with any spatula that you want
Man 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

[Hook:]
Bagpipes from baghdad
When will it ever cease
For pete sakes he crazy to say the least
Bagpipes from baghdad
What's going through my mind
Half 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 mad man holding a glad...

[Verse 2:]
You could be a permanent fixture
In my lyrical mixture
I'm the miracle whip trickster
My signature sound
When a tube of lipsticks 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 does to my palm and
Cuticles get residue just from touching the bottle
Never knew I could remind me so much of my momma
I'll cut you 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 ya cornea
Nice knowing ya norman
Your so fucking annoying
Drop the shovel boy
You don't know what the fuck your doing
I ain't playing no fucking more
Nick cannon you prick I wish you luck with the fuckin whore
Every minute there's a sucker born
Snuck up on malachai
Made the motherfucker suck on shuck of corn
Chaka chaka khan chaka khan
Hit jason in the face with a hockey puck and
Told him it's fuckin on
Now what the fuck are you doing
Your running over the snow blower with the lawn mower blowing your bagpipes from baghdad

Bagpipes from baghdad
When will it ever cease
For pete sakes he crazy to say the least
Bagpipes from baghdad
What's going through my mind
Half 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 mad man holding a glad bag...

In a bed with two brain dead lesbian vegetables
I bet you they'll become heterosexual
Nothing will stop me from molesting you
Titty-fucking you 'till your breast nipples flesh tickle my testicles
It's what they said to the two conjoined twins
How's it going, girlfriends, you need 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've just got my one year sobriety chip
When the bad get going how bad is it gonna get
Baby you shouldn't have any trouble rubbing groins with each other
Especially when they're joined at the hip
I'm going to get a needle thread sewing kit
In attempt to separate the [? ] back at the loin, shit [? ]
Lure the little boy with the chocolate chips Ahoy!
Cookie, lookie, even took me a polaroid