Osama - yo' mama didn't raise you right When you were young she must have wrapped yo' turban too tight She should have kept you home on those arabian nights It's plain to see - you need some therapy
Osama - yo' mama could have done a lot better Though I bet every day you did somethin' to upset her By the way, we got an answer to your anthrax letter New York City's where it's from - its called the smart bomb
CHORUS And I can hear yo' mama sayin' now, "You in a heap o' trouble son Now just look what you've done! Saw you on TV with yo' gun Mercy sakes, I can't do a thing with you Told ya Dubya's gonna get you
And I can just hear Dubya sayin', "You in a heap 'o trouble boy And I don't think you will enjoy Our game of search and destroy We got your terror right here, We gonna run it up your rear.
Osama - yo' mama didn't teach you how to act You've crossed the line too far this time, there ain't no turnin' back You're startin' to remind us of another maniac Yeah, you know who he started World War Two
Osama - yo' mama didn't teach you to behave Now they say you're hangin' with the bats in a cave Well, pullin' off that sneak attack was not too brave Kinda makes us remember the 7th of December
Osama yo' karma's really got you in a jam But that's just what you get - when you mess with Uncle Sam
Osama the Taliban is history Nobody wants to see you startin' World War Three
Osama you know the al-Qaida won't last Osama, just like you, it's future's in the past
Lets just pray your mama will be plastered! because oshama you sure are a basturd!