ohh! its music to my ears
oh man
how can i describe the way i feel
it's *in great man!..ok
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 and in between snack, crackers to munch
Mariah, whatever 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 * up
I'm not playin, I want her back ya 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 ya want
I mean I really want ya bad ya *
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 acupunc-ture


Bagpipes from Baghdad
When will it ever cease, for Pete 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
Sombody 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 sig-nature sound, when a tube of lipstick's around
I'm bound to put 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 you like Dahmer, pull a butcher knife on ya
The size of a sword boy, I'm like the *in' Red Sonja
Get it stuck in your cornea
Nice knowin ya Norman
You're so *in' annoyin
Drop the shovel boy, you don't know what the * your doing
I ain't playin' no *in' more
Nick Cannon ya *, I wish ya luck with the *in *
Every minute there's a sucker born
Snuck up on Malachai made the mother *er 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 *ing on,
Man what the * are ya doin',
You're runnin' over the snow blower
With the lawnmower, blow on your
Bagpipes from Baghdad


In the bed with two brain dead lesbian vegetables
I bet you they become heterosexual
Nothing will stop me from molesting you
Titty *ing you till your breast nipple
Flesh, tickles my testicles
Is what i 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 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 with
Each other, especially when you're joined at the hip
I'm going to get a needle, and thread from the sewing kit
And attempt to separate em and stitch them back at the loin *
Lure the little boy with the chocolate chips ahoy chip
Cookie, lookie even took me a polaroid, flick


Hum-de-lay-le-lah-aaahhhhhhh