Bagpipes From Baghdad - Eminem

It’s f*ckin' great man… Ok, let me see… How can 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 an inbetween snack crackers to munch

Mariah, whatever happen 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 whats, going through your 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 vanacular for dracula acupuncture

Bagpipes from Baghdad

When will it ever cease for pete’s sake he’s crazy to say the least

Bagpipes from Baghdad

What’s going through my mind half the time when I rhyme, I’m 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 gladbag

You can be a permanent fixture in my lyrical mixture

I’m the miracle whip and trickster, my signature sound

When the tube of lipsticks around

I’m bound to put it on in an instant, wow, man

What an ensemble, what an assortment of pharma

cutecals, this beautiful pill dust in my palm-a

cuticle’s 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 butchers 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 f*ckin' annoyin', Drop the shovel boy

You don’t know what the f*ck you’re doin'

I ain’t playin' no f*ckin' more

Nick Cannon you prick, I wish you luck with the f*ckin' 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 lawn mower

Blowing your Bagpipes From Baghdad

Bagpipes from Baghdad

When will it ever cease for pete’s sake he’s crazy to say the least

Bagpipes from Baghdad

What’s going through my mind half the time when I rhyme, I’m 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 gladbag

In the bed with two brain dead lesbian vegetables

I bet you they become hetro-sexual

Nothing will stop me from molesting you

Titty f*cking you 'till your breast nipple flesh tickles my testicle

Is what they said, to the two conjoined twins

Hows 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 should have any trouble rubbing groins with

Eachother, especially when you’re joined at the hip

I’m going to get a needle and thread from the sowing kit

And attempt to seperate 'em, and stitch them back at the loins, shit

knew the little boy with the choclate chip