Eminem - Bagpipes From Baghdad

[Intro] Ohh... It's music to my ears.. Oh man, How can i describe the way i feel.. It's fuckin' great man... Ok, let me see... How can I begin... [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 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 lawn mower Blowing your Bagpipes From Baghdad [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] In the bed with two brain dead lesbian vegetables I bet you they become hetro-sexual Nothing will stop me from molesting you Titty fucking 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