O to the sama, Bin to the Laden
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to kill 'em down in Afgan
Was cappin' em in the home of Aladdin
Got it dirt cheap for them
Plus if they was short wit' weapons I would work wit' them
Boy and we...got rid of those infidels
Wasn't born American so I give 'em hell
O to the sama, bin to the laden
Fo' sheezy my neezy even the FBi can't get me
Can't leave terror alone Al-Queda needs me
Bush want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy
Isrealis wanna knock me, Pakistan wanna box me in
But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky
O to the sama, bin to the Laden
Not guilty, he who does not believe me is not real to me
Therefore he doesn't exist
So poof...vamoose son of a bitch

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O to the sama, bin to the laden
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in Afghan
O to the sama, bin to the laden
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up
O to the sama, bin to the laden
Not guilty ya'll got-ta feel me
O to the sama, bin to the laden
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands UP!

Holla at me...
I do this to kill Yankee infidels
Even though they know I deserve to burn in hell
Al-queda is full 'o vultures
Terrorism shady it need to be taken over
New Yorkers hate me They buildin' the towers back up
I'm killin' Americans for what they did in the Gulf War
Bomb us like you know us for all the years that you hold us
We can kill, but my insanity's real so shed mo' blood

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