I Got My Mind Made Up (You Can Get It Girl) [8 Track Mix]

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 could I begin [Verse 1:] Locked in mariahs wine cellar all I had for lunch, Was red wine more red wine and some captain crunch, Red wine for breakfast and for brunch, And to soak it up and in between snack, crack ers to munch Mariah what ever happened to us Why did we have to break up All I asked for was a glass of punch Ya 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 migul Nick cannon better back the fuck up I'm not playin I want her back ya punk This is hello kitty bed spread satin funk Mixed with egyptian with a little rap and punk Zapp and eric clapton Shaft, prince, abba, crunk Ya baby I want another crack at ya You can beat me with any spatula that you want man I really want you 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 vernacular for dracula acupuncture [Hook:] Bagpipes from baghdad When will it ever cease For pete sakes he crazy to say the least Bagpipes from baghdad What's going through my mind Half 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 mad man holding a glad... [Verse 2:] You could be a permanent fixture In my lyrical mixture I'm the miracle whip trickster My signature sound When a tube of lipsticks 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 does to my palm and Cuticles get residue just from touching the bottle Never knew I could remind me so much of my momma I'll cut you like dahmer Pull a butcher knife on ya The size of a sword boy I'm like the fucking red sonja Get it stuck in ya cornea Nice knowing ya norman Your so fucking annoying Drop the shovel boy You don't know what the fuck your doing I ain't playing no fucking more Nick cannon you prick I wish you luck with the fuckin whore Every minute there's a sucker born Snuck up on malachai Made the motherfucker suck on shuck of corn Chaka chaka khan chaka khan Hit jason in the face with a hockey puck and Told him it's fuckin on Now what the fuck are you doing Your running over the snow blower with the lawn mower blowing your bagpipes from baghdad Bagpipes from baghdad When will it ever cease For pete sakes he crazy to say the least Bagpipes from baghdad What's going through my mind Half 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 mad man holding a glad bag... In a bed with two brain dead lesbian vegetables I bet you they'll become heterosexual Nothing will stop me from molesting you Titty-fucking you 'till your breast nipples flesh tickle my testicles It's what they 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've just got my one year sobriety chip When the bad get going how bad is it gonna get Baby you shouldn't have any trouble rubbing groins with each other Especially when they're joined at the hip I'm going to get a needle thread sewing kit In attempt to separate the [? ] back at the loin, shit [? ] Lure the little boy with the chocolate chips Ahoy! Cookie, lookie, even took me a polaroid