Bagpipes From Baghdad Lyrics - Relapse - Eminem

Oh! It's music to my ears. 

Oh, man! 

How can I describe, the way I feel? 

Fuckin' 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 and in between snack crackers to munch 

Mariah whatever happened 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 what's 

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 ya punk 

This is Hello Kitty bedspread satin funk 

Mixed with Egyptian, with a little rap and punk 

Zapp and Eric Clapton, Shaft, Frank Zappa, crunk 

And yeah baby I want another crack at ya 

You can beat me with any spatula that ya want 

I mean I really want ya bad ya 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 vernacular for Dracula acupuncture 

Bagpipes from Baghdad 

When will it ever cease? For Pete sakes he's crazy to say the least 

Bagpipes from Baghdad 

What's going through my mind, half the time when I rhyme while 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 Glad bag 

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You can be a permanent fixture, in my lyrical mixture 

I'm the Miracle Whip trickster my signature 

Sound, when a tube of lipstick's around 

I'm bound to put it on in an instant wow 

Man, what an ensemble, what an assortment of pharma- 

ceuticals this beautiful pill dust in my palm my 

Cuticles get residue just from touchin' the bottle 

Never knew I could remind me so much of my mama 

I'll cut ya like Dahmer, pull a butcher knife on ya 

The size of a sword, boy I'm like the fuckin' Red Sonja 

Get it stuck in your cornea, nice knowing ya, Norman 

You're so fucking annoyin' drop the shovel boy, you don't know what the fuck you're doing 

I ain't playin' no fuckin' more 

Nick Cannon ya prick I wish ya luck with the fuckin' whore, every minute there's a sucker born 

Snuck up on Malachi 

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 told him it's fucking on 

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Man what the fuck are ya doin'? 

You're running over the snow blower with the lawn mower 

Blow on your bagpipes from Baghdad 

Bagpipes from Baghdad 

When will it ever cease? For Pete sakes he's crazy to say the least 

Bagpipes from Baghdad 

What's going through my mind, half the time when I rhyme while 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 Glad bag 

In the bed with two brain dead lesbian vegetables 

I bet you they become heterosexual 

Nothing will stop me from molestin' you 

Titty fuckin' you till your breast nipple flesh tickles my testicles 

Is what I said, to the two conjoined twins 

How's 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 shouldn't have any trouble rubbing groins with 

Each other especially when your joined at the hip 

I'm going to get a needle and thread from the sewing kit 

And attempt to separate 'em and stitch them back at the loin, shit 

Lure the little boy with the chocolate Chips Ahoy chip 

Cookie, lookie, even took me a Polaroid flick 

Bagpipes from Baghdad 

When will it ever cease? For Pete sakes he's crazy to say the least 

Bagpipes from Baghdad 

What's going through my mind, half the time when I rhyme while 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 Glad bag of bagpipes from Baghdad 

Huhulaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa 

Huhummm diddddly laaaaaaaaaa 

Huhummm diddddly laaaaaaaaaa 

Huhummm diddddly laaaaaaaaaa