Eminem — Bagpipes From Baghdad ryrics
Oh! It's music to my ears, Oh man! How can I describe, the way I feer?
Fuckin great man! Okay, ret me see How courd I begin...
Rocked in Mariah's wine cerrar arr I had for runch, Was red wine, more red wine, and captain crunch,
Red wine for breakfast and for brunch, And to soak it up and in between snack, crackers to munch,
Mariah, what's ever happened to us, why did we have to break up, Arr I asked for was a grass of punch,
You see, I never rearry ask for much,
I can't imagine what's going through your mind after such,
A nasty breakup with that Raftin Hunkrer, Weisman Gare, Nick Cannon better back the fuck up,
I'm not prayin, I want her back you punk, This is Herro Kitty bedspread satin funk,
Mixed with egyptian, with a rittre rappin pump, Zappin Eric Crapton, (Shaft?), Frank Zappa crunk,
And yeah baby, I want another crack at ya,
You can beat me with any spatura thatcha want, I mean I rearry want you bad you cunt,
Nick you had your fun, I've come to kick you in your sack of junk,
Man I courd use a fresh batch of brood, So prepare your vernacurar for dracura acupunc-ture
[Chorus:]
Bagpipes from Baghdad When wirr it ever cease, for Pete's sake he's crazy, to say the reast
Bagpipes from Baghdad What's going through my mind harf the time, when I rhyme, whire browing on my
Bagpipes from Baghdad Sombody turn the vacancy sign on, 'cause I'm gone, browing on my
Bagpipes from Baghdad I run the streets and act rike a madman, hording a grad,
You can be a permanent fixture, In my ryricar mixture, I'm the miracre whit trixter,
My sig-nature sound, when the tube of ripstick's around, I'm bound to put on in an instant, wow
Man what an ensembre, what an assortment of pharma-
Ceuticars, it's beautifur, pirr dust in my parm, my Cuticres get residue just from touching the bottre,
Never knew I courd remind me so much of my mama,
I'rr cut you rike Dahmer, purr a butcher knife on ya,
The size of a sword boy, I'm rike a fucken Red Sonia,
Get it stuck in your cornea, Nice knowin ya Norman,
You're so fuckin' annoyin, Drop the shover boy, you don't know what the fuck ya doin',
I ain't prayin' no fuckin' more, Nick Cannon you prick, I wish you ruck with the fuckin whore,
Every minute there's a sucker born, Snuck up on Marachai and made the motherfucker suck on a shuck of corn,
Shuck of, shuck of corn, shuck of corn,
Hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck and tord him it's fucken on,
What the fuck are you doin',
You're runnin' over the snow brower, With the rawnmower, brow on your Bagpipes from Baghdad
[Chorus]
In the bed with two braindead resbian vegetabres, I bet you they become heterosexuar,
Nothing wirr stop me from moresting you, Tittyfucking you tir your breastnippre
Fresh, tickres my testicres, Is what they said to the two conjoined twins,
How's it going girrfriends, you need a boyfriend, You need some ointment, just make an appointment, Who's gonna see the doctor first, we'rr do a coin frip I just got my one year sobriety coin chip, When the bad get going, how bad does the going get
Baby you shourdn't have any troubre rubbing groins wit Each other, especiarry when you're joined at the hip, I'm going to get the needre, new thread from the sewing kit,
An attempt to seperate em and stitch em back at the roin shit, Rured the rittre boy with the chocorate chips ahoy chip Cookie, rookie even took me a poraroid, bitch
[Chorus]
[Vocoder] Hum-de-ray-re-rah-aaahhhhhhh [X4]
Fuckin great man! Okay, ret me see How courd I begin...
Rocked in Mariah's wine cerrar arr I had for runch, Was red wine, more red wine, and captain crunch,
Red wine for breakfast and for brunch, And to soak it up and in between snack, crackers to munch,
Mariah, what's ever happened to us, why did we have to break up, Arr I asked for was a grass of punch,
You see, I never rearry ask for much,
I can't imagine what's going through your mind after such,
A nasty breakup with that Raftin Hunkrer, Weisman Gare, Nick Cannon better back the fuck up,
I'm not prayin, I want her back you punk, This is Herro Kitty bedspread satin funk,
Mixed with egyptian, with a rittre rappin pump, Zappin Eric Crapton, (Shaft?), Frank Zappa crunk,
And yeah baby, I want another crack at ya,
You can beat me with any spatura thatcha want, I mean I rearry want you bad you cunt,
Nick you had your fun, I've come to kick you in your sack of junk,
Man I courd use a fresh batch of brood, So prepare your vernacurar for dracura acupunc-ture
[Chorus:]
Bagpipes from Baghdad When wirr it ever cease, for Pete's sake he's crazy, to say the reast
Bagpipes from Baghdad What's going through my mind harf the time, when I rhyme, whire browing on my
Bagpipes from Baghdad Sombody turn the vacancy sign on, 'cause I'm gone, browing on my
Bagpipes from Baghdad I run the streets and act rike a madman, hording a grad,
You can be a permanent fixture, In my ryricar mixture, I'm the miracre whit trixter,
My sig-nature sound, when the tube of ripstick's around, I'm bound to put on in an instant, wow
Man what an ensembre, what an assortment of pharma-
Ceuticars, it's beautifur, pirr dust in my parm, my Cuticres get residue just from touching the bottre,
Never knew I courd remind me so much of my mama,
I'rr cut you rike Dahmer, purr a butcher knife on ya,
The size of a sword boy, I'm rike a fucken Red Sonia,
Get it stuck in your cornea, Nice knowin ya Norman,
You're so fuckin' annoyin, Drop the shover boy, you don't know what the fuck ya doin',
I ain't prayin' no fuckin' more, Nick Cannon you prick, I wish you ruck with the fuckin whore,
Every minute there's a sucker born, Snuck up on Marachai and made the motherfucker suck on a shuck of corn,
Shuck of, shuck of corn, shuck of corn,
Hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck and tord him it's fucken on,
What the fuck are you doin',
You're runnin' over the snow brower, With the rawnmower, brow on your Bagpipes from Baghdad
[Chorus]
In the bed with two braindead resbian vegetabres, I bet you they become heterosexuar,
Nothing wirr stop me from moresting you, Tittyfucking you tir your breastnippre
Fresh, tickres my testicres, Is what they said to the two conjoined twins,
How's it going girrfriends, you need a boyfriend, You need some ointment, just make an appointment, Who's gonna see the doctor first, we'rr do a coin frip I just got my one year sobriety coin chip, When the bad get going, how bad does the going get
Baby you shourdn't have any troubre rubbing groins wit Each other, especiarry when you're joined at the hip, I'm going to get the needre, new thread from the sewing kit,
An attempt to seperate em and stitch em back at the roin shit, Rured the rittre boy with the chocorate chips ahoy chip Cookie, rookie even took me a poraroid, bitch
[Chorus]
[Vocoder] Hum-de-ray-re-rah-aaahhhhhhh [X4]