[Intro: Osama bin Laden]
Mahmoud, can we go hijacking?
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what (Oh)
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what (Oh)
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what (Oh)
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what (Oh)
[Chorus: Osama bin Laden]
I'm gonna fly some planes
Into a couple buildings in Manhattan
I'm-I'm Osama, run tell Obama
I'm your fucking uncle
[Verse 1: Osama bin Laden & Unnamed Baby]
I walk into an airplane like bro man salam
This will be a bumpy ride, put your seat belt on
I got C4 bomb tucked into my undies
The pilot says "Damn should've rode my donkey"
It's about to get crazy
When it's time to pray, I strap grenade to a baby
Allah save me
Happy Ramadamadamadingdong everyone
Let me show you what plane flying lessons gave me
[Interlude: Osama bin Laden & Mastercard]
Okay now turn left
I SAID TURN LEFT
For everything else there's Mastercard
[Verse 2: Osama bin Laden and Health Insurance Lady]
Maybe we just got off on the wrong foot, let's start over
Hi we're gonna die, here's a plastic bag for cover bro
Hope you're in the mood for 72 virgins
And I don't mean dudes that get your computer working
I'll explain it in a way that you can understand
Bakalakalaka dupperrupper badaka dirkastan
Hope you're planning on hearing 'bout great insurance offers
'Cause this plane's 'bout to crash into some health insurance office (Ah!)
You heard of One Direction? I'm in Al Qaedirection
My name is Zayn Hussein, I flew a plane on 9/11
Yes I may have let 'em planes go too far
I meant to get 'em back to Yemen for a new car
I'm the coolest guy every year at TerrorCon
All the terrorists are like "Oh he got a telephone"
[Chorus: Osama bin Laden, Barack Obama, and Unnamed Man]
I'm gonna drive a cab
Only got 20 bombs in my pocket
I'm-I'm Osama
Sorry for the drama
Where should I drop you off at
Thank you
I'm gonna drop some bags
At the marathon up in Boston
Too soon
Shit, I blew my balls off
[Verse 3: Osama bin Laden & Unnamed Southerner]
Whatchu know about explosive turban on your noggin?
Who you know been getting more hate than Bin Laden?
This n***a, will fuck your kid and kidnap your parents
One man's terrorist's another man's Arab
I'm a bad man bitches
I'm from Palistan which is in Afghanistan
I blew up Pakistan with a gas can
Come and find me everybody I'm right here
Hide and go seek champion, 12 years
I'm selling you slurpees at 7-Eleven
Up in Dearborn chilling with Saddam and his motherfuckers
I lead a Syrian rebellion motherfucker
I'm in New York on welfare motherfucker
They be like "You must pay for 9/11"
I'm like "Bro, can I pay you in Trident Layers?"
I give you free Chili gift card and a bootleg Iron Man 3 and a Angry Birds t-shirt
I call that a gift from me to your nation
I call that a full 9/11 compensation
Now we're squared up
And the Kardashians have always worked for me
I just wanna get that cleared up
Anyone you see with a turbin is workin' for me
"Will we ever see middle east peace?"
N***a please
They'll always be one or two jihads at least
Watch me spit a flow bro (Here we go)
I got back hand like Macklemore (What?)
A bitch walk up and I smack a whore
[Chorus]
I'm gonna pop some caps
Homie got dynamite in my jacket
I'm-I'm Osama, get ready for the summer
Shit's about to blow up
[Bridge]
I wear the baddest robes
I chill with bad ass bros
Like David Allan Coe, Al Assad, and Camel Joe
I wear the baddest bombs (Damn right)
I kill Americans (Come on)
I win the marathons (America)
Taylor Swift has camel toe
[Chorus]
I'm gonna fly some planes
Into a couple buildings in Manhattan
I'm-I'm Osama, run tell Obama
Let me fly Air Force One
[Outro]
Thank you
First I need to thank Jesus
Without him there could be no 9/11
I'd like to thank my flying instructor, Barack Osama
Obama, sorry hummus in my throat
Jihad Xpress for the last minute job
The Saudi family, Paula Abdul, Selena Gomez, and the rest of Hamas
Thank you to my wife, there's too many of them to name
And thank you R. Kelly who made me believe I could fly
Thank you
Oh and the fans, thank you to the fans
