I'm Osama - Rucka Rucka Ali

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

Bro man salam

This will be 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

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 virgins

And I don’t mean dudes that get your computer working

I’ll explain it in a way that you can understand

P;uitgf*&^vxzn/zjki;&%agfsbcsz dirkistan

Hope you’re planning on hearing 'bout great insurance offers

'Cause this plane’s 'bout to crash into some health insurance office

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»

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

Whatchu know about explosive turbin 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’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 7/11

Up in Dearborn chilling with Saddam and his mothafuckers

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?

Nigga 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

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

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

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

(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

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