Ohh,
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
bread,
wine,
more
bread,
wine
and
Cap'n
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
goin'
through
you
mind
After
such
a
nasty
break
up
With
that
Latin
hunk
Luis
Miguel
Nick
Cannon
better
back
the
fuck
up
I'm
not
playin',
I
want
her
back
you
punk
This
is
Hello
Kitty
bedspread
satin
funk
Mixed
with
Egyptian,
with
a
little
rap
and
punk
Zap
and
Eric
Clapton
shaft
brings
Abba
crunk
And
yeah
baby,
I
want
another
crack
at
ya
You
can
beat
me
with
any
spatula
that
you
want
I
mean
I
really
want
ya
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
goin'
through
my
mind
half
the
time
When
my
rhyme
are
blowin'
up
my
Bagpipes
from
Baghdad
Somebody
turn
the
'Vacancy'
sign
on
'cause
I'm
gone
blowin'
up
my
Bagpipes
from
Baghdad
I
run
the
streets
and
act
like
a
mad
man
holdin'
a
glad
You
can
be
a
permanent
fixture
in
my
lyrical
mixture
I'm
the
miracle
whip,
a
trickster
My
signature
sound
when
the
tube
of
lipsticks
surround
I'm
bound
to
put
it
on
in
an
instant,
wow,
man
What
an
ensemble,
what
an
assortment
of
pharmaceuticals
This
beautiful
pill
dust
in
my
palm
Cuticles
get
residue
just
from
touching
the
bottle
Never
knew
I
could
remind
me
so
much
of
my
mama
I
cut
you
like
Dahmer,
pull
a
butcher
knife
on
ya
The
size
of
a
sword,
boy,
I'm
like
the
fuckin'
Red
Sonja
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
you're
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
sucka
born
Snuck
up
on
Malakai
and
made
the
motherfuckers
suck
On
a
shucka
corn
Shucka,
shucka
corn,
shucka
corn
Hit
Jason
in
the
face
with
a
hockey
puck
and
told
him
it's
fuckin'
on
Now
what
the
fuck
are
ya
doin'?
You're
runnin'
over
the
snow
blower
With
the
lawnmower
blowing
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
goin'
through
my
mind
half
the
time
When
my
rhyme
are
blowin'
up
my
Bagpipes
from
Baghdad
Somebody
turn
the
'Vacancy'
sign
on
'cause
I'm
gone
blowin'
up
my
Bagpipes
from
Baghdad
I
run
the
streets
and
act
like
a
mad
man
holdin'
a
glad
bag
In
the
bed
with
two
brain
dead
lesbian
vegetables
I
bet
you
they
become
heterosexual
Nothin'
will
stop
me
from
molestin'
you
Titty
fuckin'
you
'till
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
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
goin',
how
bad
does
the
goin'
get?
Baby,
you
shouldn't
have
any
trouble
rubbin'
groins
with
Each
other,
especially
when
you're
joined
at
the
hip
I'm
goin'
to
get
the
needle
and
thread
from
the
sowin'
kit
And
attempt
to
separate
'em,
and
stitch
them
back
at
the
loins,
shit
Knew
the
little
boy
with
the
chocolate
chips,
ahoy
chip
Cookie
looky,
even
took
me
a
Polaroid
Bagpipes
from
Baghdad
When
will
it
ever
cease
for
Pete's
sakes,
he's
crazy
to
say
the
least
Bagpipes
from
Baghdad
What's
goin'
through
my
mind
half
the
time
When
my
rhyme
are
blowin'
up
my
Bagpipes
from
Baghdad
Somebody
turn
the
'Vacancy'
sign
on
'cause
I'm
gone
blowin'
up
my
Bagpipes
from
Baghdad
I
run
the
streets
and
act
like
a
mad
man
holdin'
a
glad
bag
of
Bagpipes
from
Baghdad