Bagpipes from Baghdad Lyrics – Eminem
Bagpipes from Baghdad is a slight diss on Nick Cannon, although isn’t aimed completely at him, but more so at his lasting lust for Mariah Carey.| Song Name : | Bagpipes from Baghdad |
| Album / Movie : | Replace |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Oh, it’s music to my ears, oh manHow can I describe the way I feel?Fuckin’ great, manOkay, let me seeHow could I begin?
Locked in Mariah’s wine cellar all I had for lunchWas bread, wine, more bread, wine, and Captain CrunchRed wine for breakfast and for brunchAnd to soak it up an in between snack, crackers to munchMariah, what’s ever happened to us, why did we have to break up?All I asked for was a glass of punchYou see, I never really asked for muchI can’t imagine what’s going through your mind after suchA nasty breakup with that Latin hunkLuis Miguel, Nick Cannon better back the fuck upI’m not playin’, I want her back, you punkThis is Hello Kitty bedspread, Satin FunkMixed with Egyptian, with a little rap and punkZapp and Eric Clapton, Shaft, Frank Zappa crunkAnd yeah, baby, I want another crack at yaYou can beat me with any spatula that you wantI mean, I really want you bad, you cuntNick you had your funI’ve come to kick you in your sack of junkMan, I could use a fresh batch of bloodSo prepare your vernacular for Dracula acupuncture
Bagpipes from BaghdadWhen will it ever cease?For Pete’s sake, he’s crazy to say the leastBagpipes from BaghdadWhat’s going through my mind?Half the time, when I rhyme, or blowing up likeBagpipes from BaghdadSomebody turn the vacancy sign on‘Cause I’m gone, blowing on myBagpipes from BaghdadI run the streets and act like a madman holding a Glad
You can be a permanent fixture in my lyrical mixtureI’m the Miracle Whip tricksterMy signature sound, when a tube of lipstick’s aroundI’m bound to put it on in an instant, wowMan, what an ensemble, what an assortment of pharmaCeuticals, this beautiful pill dust in my palm, myCuticles get residue just from touching the bottleNever knew I could remind me so much of my mamaI’ll cut ya like Dahmer, pull a butcher knife on yaThe size of a sword, boy, I’m like the fuckin’ Red SonjaGet it stuck in your cornea, nice knowin’ ya, NormanYou’re so fuckin’ annoyin’, drop the shovel, boyYou don’t know what the fuck you’re doingI ain’t playin’ no fuckin’ moreNick Cannon. you prick, I wish you luck with the fuckin’ whoreEvery minute there’s a sucker bornSnuck up on Malachai and made the motherfucker suck on a shuck of cornShuck o’, shuck o’ corn, Chaka KhanHit Jason in the face with a hockey puck and told him it’s fuckin’ onMan, what the fuck are you doing?You’re runnin’ over the snow blower with the lawnmowerBlowin’ on your bagpipes from Baghdad
Bagpipes from BaghdadWhen will it ever cease?For Pete’s sake, he’s crazy to say the leastBagpipes from BaghdadWhat’s going through my mind?Half the time, when I rhyme, or blowing up likeBagpipes from BaghdadSomebody turn the vacancy sign on‘Cause I’m gone, blowing on myBagpipes from BaghdadI run the streets and act like a madman holding a Glad bag
In the bed with two brain dead lesbian vegetablesI bet you they become heterosexualNothing will stop me from molesting youTitty-fuckin’ you ’til your breast nipple flesh tickles my testiclesIs what they said to the two conjoined twinsHow’s it going girlfriends? You needs a boyfriend?You need some ointment? Just set up an appointmentWho’s gonna see the doctor first? We’ll do a coin flipI just got my one year sobriety coin chipWhen the bad get going, how bad does the going get?Baby, you shouldn’t have any trouble rubbing groins wit?Each other, especially when you’re joined at the hipI’m going to get the needle and thread from the sewing kitAnd attempt to separate ’em and stitch ’em back at the loin, shitLured the little boy with the chocolate Chips Ahoy! chipCookie, lookie, even took me a Polaroid pic
Bagpipes from BaghdadWhen will it ever cease?For Pete’s sake, he’s crazy to say the leastBagpipes from BaghdadWhat’s going through my mind?Half the time, when I rhyme, or blowing up likeBagpipes from BaghdadSomebody turn the vacancy sign on‘Cause I’m gone, blowing on myBagpipes from BaghdadI run the streets and act like a madman holding a Glad bagOh, bagpipes from Baghdad