We could never say where they had run Searching high and low for lowlife sons Then someone said, "I swear You'll find them both in there" And now that snitch Is filthy rich Goodbye, Uday, Qusay US dropped a bomb on you We'll chunks of you on Ebay No one's gonna miss you The brothers chose to fight, and not to part They're like Napoleon, Blown-apart Now here's their chance to be A smash hit on TV They went to bed, and woke up dead Goodbye, Uday, Qusay US laid the smack on you We'll get your old man by Tuesday Soon he will be with you