I Got My Mind Made Up (You Can Get It Girl) (12" Dance Mix / Remastered 2022 Version)

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