Mind Get Up

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

Why are you laughing as if you're my friend I'm gonna slap you again and again and again Oooh! I like you better when you go away Gotta get up Gotta get out You gotta get up, yeah You gotta go away Gotta get up Gotta get out, yeah yeah yeah You were the love of my life for a day I kind of thought that you'd feel the same way No way Oooh! I like you better when... Oooh! I like you better when you go away Gotta get up Gotta get out You gotta get up, yeah You gotta go away Gotta get up Gotta get out Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Gotta get up Gotta get out You gotta get up, yeah You gotta go away Gotta get up Gotta get out, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah... Consider you a figment of my imagination But will you ever go away? Gotta get up Gotta get out You gotta get up, yeah You gotta go away Gotta get up Gotta get out, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Gotta get up Gotta get out You gotta get up, yeah You gotta go away Gotta get up Gotta get out, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Gotta get up Gotta get out You gotta get up, yeah You gotta go away Gotta get up Gotta get out, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Gotta get up Gotta get out You gotta get up, yeah You gotta go away Gotta get up Gotta get out, yeah... You gotta go away!

Oh, oh, oh, work 'til the work day ends Oh, oh, oh, get up and get it again Daddy, said the early bird gonna get the worm Food don't just fall on your plate Praying that the truck starts, praying that the rain falls Pray that your back don't break Get some mud on your Timb's And let 'em come clean in the river Then it's come on in And have a little beer with your dinner Work like a dog Sleep like a log Saddle up again in the morning Work like a dog Sleep like a log Get up and get it again Oh, oh, oh, work 'til the work day ends, yeah Oh, oh, oh, get up and get it again You chop down a corn row, store it in a silo Make a living off the land Call it country economics 'cause We keep a little profit stashed back in a coffee can Get some mud on your hands And let 'em come clean in the river Send a prayer to the Man And sip a little shine after dinner (skrt) Work like a dog Sleep like a log Saddle up again in the morning Work like a dog Sleep like a log Get up and get it again Oh, oh, oh, work 'til the work day ends, yeah Oh, oh, oh, get up and get it again It's all we know This dirt boy way of living Off that old dirt road when that rooster crows Yeah, we get up and get it Work like a dog Sleep like a log Saddle up again in the morning Work like a dog Sleep like a log Get up and get it again Oh, oh, oh, work 'til the work day ends, yeah Oh, oh, oh, get up and get it again

I said she love me She love me not But she don't got no damn clue about what she wants I said she love me (yeah) She love me not (huh) But she don't got no damn clue about what she want Yeah, uh, okay Shawty got mad potential, I see it Daddy full Black, but her mama Korean She know I'm gettin' money from the cars that I be in Young rich nigga, but the shoes European Took her to the crib, call that shit sight seein' Need one woman, but I want like ten But back to the subject, ballin' like, "Fuck it" 30K cash on her ass, gotta love it, gotta love it (uh) I've been so tired She keep on pressin' me Molly and ecstasy, what's their name? Hop in this ride Shawty here next to me Sittin' and tellin' me (what she say?) Said she love me (love me) She love me not But she don't got not damn clue about what she wants I said she love me (love me) She love me not (huh) But she don't got not damn clue about what she wants Bitch make up your mind (make up your mind) Figure it out (figure it out) Hey, hey, hey, figure it out Bitch make up your mind (make up your mind) Figure it out (figure it out) Hey, hey, hey, figure it out (whoa, oh) So go and tell your friends 'bout the dick, uh ('bout the dick) Use both hands on the dick (on the dick) Bounce up and down, move 'round and 'round Go and change your plans for the dick (for the dick) So go and tell your friends 'bout the dick, uh ('bout the dick) Use both hands on the dick (on the dick) Bounce up and down, move 'round and 'round Go and change your plans for the dick (for the dick) Girl, I've been so tired She keep on pressin' me Molly and ecstasy, what's their name? Hop in this ride Shawty here next to me Sittin' and tellin' me, yeah Said she love me (love me) She love me not But she don't got not damn clue about what she wants I said she love me (love me) She love me not (huh) But she don't got not damn clue about what she wants Bitch make up your mind (make up your mind) Figure it out (figure it out) Hey, hey, hey, figure it out Bitch make up your mind (make up your mind) Figure it out (figure it out) Hey, hey, hey, figure it out (whoa, oh)