Osama, Osama, Osama, Osama!

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 I walk into a airplane like Roman Salah This will be bumpy ride Put your seatbelt 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 Strap grenade to a baby Allah save me Happy Ramadama-dama-ding-dong everyone Let me show you what plane flying lessons gave me Okay, now turn left I said turn left!

For everything else, there's MasterCard 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 virgin I don't mean dudes that get your computer working I'll explain it in a way that you can understand Baka-laka-samba-raba-madurka-durka-stan Hope you're planning on hearing about great insurance offers Cause this plane's about to crash into some healthy insurance office You heard of One Direction?

I'm in Al-Qaeda-rection My name is Zain Hussain I flew a plane on 9-11 Yes, I may have let them planes go too far I meant to get them back to Yemen for a new car I'm the coolest guy every year at TerrorCon All the terrorists are like Oh, he got the telephone I'm gonna drive a cab Only got 20 bombs in my pocket I'm Osama Sorry for the drama Where should I drop you off at?

Thank you I'm gonna drop some bags That's a marathon up in Boston Too soon Shit, I blew my balls off What you know about explosive turbine on your noggin?

Who you know been getting more hate than Bin Laden?

This nigga will fuck your kid and kidnap your parents One man's terrorist, another man's Arab I'm a bad man, bitches I'm from Palestine, 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 7-11 Up in Dearborn, chilling with Saddam and his motherfuckers I lead the Syrian rebellion, motherfuckers I'm in New York on welfare, motherfuckers 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 cards And a bootleg Iron Man 3 And an 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 want to get that cleared up Anyone you see with a turban is working for me Will we ever see Middle East peace?

Nigga, please There'll always be one or two jihads at least Watch me spit the flow, bro Here we go I got backhand like Macklemore A bitch walk up and I smack a whore I'm gonna pop some cabs Homie got dynamite in my jacket I'm Osama, get ready for the summer Shit's about to blow up I wear the baddest robes I chill with badass bros Like David Allen Coe Al-Assad and Camel Joe I wear the baddest box I kill Americans I win the marathon Taylor Swift and Stemmle too I'm gonna fly some planes Into a couple buildings in Manhattan I'm Osama, run till Obama Let me fly Air Force One Oops 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 And Jihad Express 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 Thank you