• Artist: Eminem
• Song Title: Bagpipes From Bagdhad
• Album: Relapse

[Verse 1]
Locked in Mariahs wine cellar all I had for lunch
Was red wine more red wine and Captain Crunch
Red wine for breakfast and for brunch
And to soak up in between snack crackers to munch
Mariah what ever 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 cant imagine whats
Going through you mind after such
A nasty BREAK-up with that laughing hump
Luis Miguel, Nick Cannon better back the f*** up
Im not playing I want the back ya punk
This is hello kitty bed spread satin Funk
Mixed with egyptian with a little Rap & Punk
Zapp & Eric Clapton ???? and yeah baby
I want another crack atcha
You can beat me with any spatula that you want
I mean i really want you bad ya c***
Nick you had your fun
I 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

[Chorus]
Bagpipes from Baghdad
When will it ever cease for petes sake he crazy to say the least
Bagpipes from Baghdad
Whats going through my mind half the time when my rhymes are blowing up my
Bagpipes from Baghdad
Somebody turn the vacancy sign on cuz im gone blowing up my
Bagpipes from Baghdad
I run the streets and act like a mad man holding a glad bag

[Verse 2]
You can be a permanent fixture
In my lyrical mixture
Im the miracle whip the tricksta
My signature sound
When the tuba lips sticks around
I'm bound to put it on in an instant wow man
What an ensemble, what an a**ortment of pharmaceuticals
This beautiful pill dust on my palm my cuticles
Get residue form just touching the bottle
Never knew I could remind me so much of my Mama
I cut you like Dharma
Pull the butcher knife on ya
The size of sword boy I'm like the f***in ????
Get it stuck in your cornea, nice knowing you Norman
Your so f***in annoying drop the shovel boy
You don't know what the f*** you doing
I aint playing no f***in more, Nick Cannon you prick
I wish you luck with the f***in whore
Every minute theres a sucker born
Snuck up on Malachai
Made the muthaf***er suck on a shuck of corn
Shucka shuckacorn shuckacorn
Hit jason in the face with a hockey puck
And told him its f***ing on
Man what the f*** are you doing
You running over snow blower
With the lawn mower blowing your bagpipes

[Chorus]
Bagpipes from Baghdad
When will it ever cease for petes sake he crazy to say the least
Bagpipes from Baghdad
Whats going through my mind half the time when my rhymes are blowing up my
Bagpipes from Baghdad
Somebody turn the vacancy sign on cuz im gone blowing up my
Bagpipes from Baghdad
I run the streets and act like a mad man holding a glad bag

[Verse 3]
In the bed with two brain dead lesbian vegetables
I bet you they become heterosexuals
Nothing will stop me from molesting you
Titty f***ing you till your breast nipples flesh tickles my testicles
Is what they said to the two conjoined twins
Hows it going girlfriends you needs a boyfriend
You need some ointment, just set up an appointment
Whos gonna go see the doctor first well 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 shouldnt have any trouble rubbing groins with
Each other especially when you joined at the hip
Im going to get the needle and thread from the sewing kit
In attempt to separate them and stitch them back at the loins s***
Your the little boy with the chocolate Chips Ahoy chip
Cookie look-ee even took me a Polaroid click

[Chorus]
Bagpipes from Baghdad
When will it ever cease for petes sake he crazy to say the least
Bagpipes from Baghdad
Whats going through my mind half the time when my rhymes are blowing up my
Bagpipes from Baghdad
Somebody turn the vacancy sign on cuz im gone blowing up my
Bagpipes from Baghdad
I run the streets and act like a mad man holding a glad bag