Bagpipes From Baghdad )
Eminem Lyrics


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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 bread, wine, more bread, wine, and Captain Crunch
Red wine for breakfast and for brunch
And to soak it up an 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 asked for much
I can't imagine what's going through your mind after such
A nasty breakup with that Latin hunk
Luis Miguel, 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 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 you 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 acupuncture

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, or blowing up like
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

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 touching 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 knowin' ya, Norman
You're so fuckin' annoyin', drop the shovel, boy
You don't know what the fuck you're doing
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 o', shuck o' corn, Chaka Khan
Hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck and told him it's fuckin' on
Man, what the fuck are you doing?
You're runnin' over the snow blower with the lawnmower
Blowin' on your bagpipes from Baghdad

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, or blowing up like
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 molesting you
Titty-fuckin' you 'til your breast nipple flesh tickles my testicles
Is what they said to the two conjoined twins
How's it going girlfriends? You needs 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 wit?
Each other, especially when you're joined at the hip
I'm going to get the needle and thread from the sewing kit
And attempt to separate '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 pic

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, or blowing up like
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
Oh, bagpipes from Baghdad

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Eminem's song "Bagpipes from Baghdad" are controversial and offensive to some listeners. The song includes a verse about Mariah Carey, with whom Eminem had a rumored relationship, and her then-husband, Luis Miguel. In the verse, Eminem claims to have been locked in Carey's wine cellar and only had bread, wine, and Captain Crunch to eat. He also criticizes Carey for breaking up with him and getting together with Miguel. The chorus has Eminem rapping about how crazy he is and comparing himself to bagpipes from Baghdad.


The second verse is just as controversial, with Eminem rapping about sexually assaulting Siamese twins and making derogatory comments about women. The final verse is a mix of violent imagery and bizarre comments about Nick Cannon and Jason Vorhees, a character from the horror film franchise "Friday the 13th."


Overall, the song seems to be a way for Eminem to showcase his anger and disrespect towards Mariah Carey and her relationship with Luis Miguel. The verses also contain violent and sexist content, which has been criticized by some listeners.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh, it's music to my ears, oh man
Eminem is describing how he feels about the situation he is about to address in his song, and it's like music to his ears.


How can I describe the way I feel?
Eminem is expressing his difficulty in expressing how he feels about the situation he is about to address in his song.


Fuckin' great, man
Eminem is being sarcastic about how he feels regarding the situation in his song.


Okay, let me see
Eminem is taking a moment to gather his thoughts before addressing the situation in his song.


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 an in between snack, crackers to munch
Eminem is referencing a rumor that he was locked in Mariah Carey's wine cellar and had nothing to eat but bread, wine, and Captain Crunch. He also talks about how he had red wine for breakfast and lunch, with crackers as a snack in-between.


Mariah, what's ever happened to us, why did we have to break up?
Eminem is addressing his past relationship with Mariah Carey and asking her why they had to break up.


All I asked for was a glass of punch You see, I never really asked for much
Eminem is claiming that he didn't ask for much from Mariah Carey, only a glass of punch, but the relationship still ended badly.


I can't imagine what's going through your mind after such A nasty breakup with that Latin hunk Luis Miguel, Nick Cannon better back the fuck up
Eminem is acknowledging Mariah's other relationships after they broke up, and he's warning Nick Cannon to back off and leave her alone.


I'm not playin', I want her back, you 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 you want I mean, I really want you bad, you cunt Nick you had your fun
Eminem is expressing how he really wants Mariah back and how he's willing to try anything (even being beaten with a spatula) to get her. He's also taunting Nick Cannon, telling him he had his fun, but now he needs to back off.


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
Eminem is threatening violence against Nick Cannon and saying he needs a fresh supply of blood to do it. He also references the sound of bagpipes playing, which could be symbolic of war or aggression.


When will it ever cease? For Pete's sake, he's crazy to say the least What's going through my mind?
Eminem is questioning when the drama with Mariah Carey will end and acknowledging that he's crazy for being involved in it. He's also wondering what is going through his mind for him to be so invested in this situation.


Half the time, when I rhyme, or blowing up like Somebody turn the vacancy sign on 'Cause I'm gone, blowing on my
Eminem is referencing how he channels his emotions into his music and how, sometimes, it feels like he's lost in his own world.


I run the streets and act like a madman holding a Glad
Eminem is describing his wild behavior in public, acting like a madman while holding a Glad trash bag.


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
Eminem sees himself as the mastermind behind his music and wants to include Mariah Carey in it. He also references his signature sound and how he can incorporate anything, like a tube of lipstick, into his music effortlessly.


Man, what an ensemble, what an assortment of pharma Ceuticals, this 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 mama
Eminem is referencing his drug use and how he has an assortment of pills. He also acknowledges how his drug use reminds him of his mom.


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 knowin' ya, Norman You're so fuckin' annoyin', drop the shovel, boy You don't know what the fuck you're doing
Eminem is threatening violence again and saying he'll cut Nick Cannon with a butcher knife the size of a sword. He also tells Nick he's annoying and needs to stop what he's doing.


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 o', shuck o' corn, Chaka Khan Hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck and told him it's fuckin' on Man, what the fuck are you doing? You're runnin' over the snow blower with the lawnmower Blowin' on your bagpipes from Baghdad
Eminem isn't playing games anymore and wishes Nick Cannon luck with Mariah Carey. He also mentions he's pulling pranks on other people, like making someone suck on a piece of corn and hitting Jason in the face with a hockey puck. He questions what Nick Cannon is doing and references the sound of bagpipes from Baghdad again, which could be symbolic of war or aggression.


In the bed with two brain dead lesbian vegetables I bet you they become heterosexual Nothing will stop me from molesting you Titty-fuckin' you 'til your breast nipple flesh tickles my testicles
Eminem is describing a disturbing sexual fantasy with two women he imagines are brain-dead and homosexual. He wants to molest them and titty-fuck them until his testicles are tickled.


Is what they said to the two conjoined twins How's it going girlfriends? You needs a boyfriend? You need some ointment? Just set up an appointment Who's gonna see the doctor first? We'll do a coin flip
Eminem is addressing conjoined twins and asking if they need a boyfriend or ointment. He's also making light of their situation, suggesting they flip a coin to see who goes to the doctor first.


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 and thread from the sewing kit And attempt to separate 'em and stitch 'em back at the loin, shit
Eminem is referencing his sobriety and asking the question of how bad things can really get. He also asks if the conjoined twins have trouble having sex with each other, leading to him wanting to separate them with a needle and thread.


Lured the little boy with the chocolate Chips Ahoy! chip Cookie, lookie, even took me a Polaroid pic
Eminem is describing how he lured a young boy with a cookie and even took a picture of him after the fact.


Oh, bagpipes from Baghdad
Eminem references the sound of bagpipes from Baghdad again, which could be symbolic of war or aggression. It's also a refrain throughout the song.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Mark Christopher Batson, Andre Romell Young, Sean A. Cruse, Trevor Ira Lawrence, Dawaun W. Parker, Marshall B. III Mathers, Michael A. Jr. Elizondo

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

Greatest of all time

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