[Intro]
Oh, Dr. Dre. (What?)
Or should I say, Dr. Gay? (Throw him off!)
You are very bad man. (Biatch!)
You diss the wrong motherfucker
(Turn my vocals up, you piece of shit!)
You thought Osama won't diss you back?
Biaaatch!

[Verse 1]
Things just ain't the same for Osama
So much drama, since the World Trade Bombing
And the Pentagon got the world calling
Me to kill all of congress, like [Gary Conduit]
The strangest things can happen to an Afghan
When people get wrapped up in Islam and Allah
Then some shit-eaters fly planes and wreak havoc
And then you dumb fuckers put the blame on Bin Laden
Now I got this faggot-ass rapper attacking me
With his gangsta rap, like I'm not gonna battle
Dr. Dre? The man wasn't done shit since NWA
And gave Eazy-E AIDS
Don't make me call Suge Knight on your fat ass
You homofuck ain't the only one goin' Platinum
Osama Bin Laden, keeping it gangster
Fuck Dr. Dre, I'm the Aftermath. (Osama)
[Chorus]
Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as before. (Osama)
People I used to know, just don't know me no more. (Osama)
And everywhere that I go, I've got people I know. (Osama)
Who've got people they know, so I suggest you lay low. (Osama)

[Interlude]
Oh Dr. Dre, look at you, you fool
I use your own rap against you, and I'm better
Lick my balls, until they are dry
Sorry... come again

[Verse 2]
Things just ain't the same for Bin Laden
This planet hates me more than Michael Jackson
Hating on the Taliban for keeping me captive
Threatening to find my little cave and blast it
Now I've got to worry 'bout this wanna-be gangster
Who pays other rappers to write his wack shit
Everybody knows all your beats are helped man
And you'll never blow by yourself man
Well sorry, you'd blow... blow cocks
Use the hole as a straw, blow sperm out your nostrils
I don't give a hurried fuck, call Slim ShadyM
Snoop Dogg, D.O.C, Ren and Jay-Z
To write a verse, fuck I'll write it for ya
You still lick dick and this is Booshu Babara
Do you know who, do you know what, do you know who?
Let's keep this between me and you. (Osama)
[Chorus]
Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as before. (Osama)
People I used to know, just don't know me no more. (Osama)
And everywhere that I go, I've got people I know. (Osama)
Who've got people they know, so I suggest you lay low. (Osama)

[Outro]
Osama...
Oooosama...
O-o-osama...
Biatch