Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bagpipes From Baghdad, artist - Eminem. Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bagpipes From Baghdad |
| 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 |