Letras de Canciones de Eminem
Bagpipes From Baghdad

Oh! it's music to my ears, Oh man! How can I
describe, the way I feel? Fuckin great man! Okay,
let me see How could I begin...

Locked in Mariah's 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 it up and in between snack, crackers to
munch, Mariah, what's 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 ask for much, I
can't imagine what's going through your mind after
such, A nasty breakup with that Laftin Hunkler,
Weisman Gale, 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 rappin pump, Zappin Eric
Clapton, (Shaft?), Frank Zappa crunk, And yeah
baby, I want another crack at ya, You can beat me
with any spatula thatcha want, I mean 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 acupunc-ture

[Chorus]
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, while blowing on my Bagpipes
from Baghdad Sombody 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-,

You can be a permanent fixture, In my lyrical
mixture, I'm the miracle whit trixter, My
sig-nature sound, when the tube of lipstick's
around, I'm bound to put on in an instant, wow Man
what an ensemble, what an assortment of pharma-
Ceuticals, it's beautiful, pill dust in my palm,
my Cuticles get residue just from touching the
bottle, Never knew I could remind me so much of my
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mama, I'll cut you like Dahmer, pull a butcher
knife on ya, The size of a sword boy, I'm like a
fucken Red Sonia, Get it stuck in your cornea,
Nice knowin ya Norman, you're so fuckin' annoyin,
Drop the shovel boy, you don't know what the fuck
ya doin', I ain't playin' no fuckin' more, Nick
Cannon you prick, I wish you luck with the fuckin
whore, Every minute there's a sucker born, Snuck
up on Malachai and 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 fucken on, What the fuck are you
doin', you're runnin' over the snow blower, With
the lawnmower, blow on your Bagpipes from Baghdad

[Chorus]
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, while blowing on my Bagpipes
from Baghdad Sombody 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-,

In the bed with two braindead lesbian vegetables,
I bet you they become heterosexual, Nothing will
stop me from molesting you, Tittyfucking you til
your breastnipple Flesh, tickles my testicles, Is
what they said to the two conjoined twins, How's
it going girlfriends, you need a boyfriend, You
need some ointment, just make 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
wit Each other, especially when you're joined at
the hip, I'm going to get the needle, new thread
from the sewing kit, An attempt to seperate em and
stitch em back at the loin shit, Lured the little
boy with the chocolate chips ahoy chip Cookie,
lookie even took me a polaroid, bitch

[Chorus]
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, while blowing on my Bagpipes
from Baghdad Sombody 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-,

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