Verse 1:
Mod dickriding cameltoe, puerile, childish rut
You god damn Damien aneurysm, Devil-horned
Sissy prepubescent, valley-girl screaming
Ill-conceived, immature fetus f** of your
Veiled mom's, masked motherf**ed vagina
You don't want this lyrical a** whooping that will have you
Reciting it like Stockholm Syndrome, nursery rhymes, child
This calligraphy, Islamic yet I'm not m**m
Like you Paki-stanning, desert rugrat, f** off
Go to hell and climb up Satan's rectum, rip out your
Virgin lungs, because it's your being that'll need resuscitatin'
After I'm done sonning, you like Nicki and become her husband
Can't take these UV rays of heat. Boy you think I'm wordplayin'?
This ain't Scrabble, you rabble-rouser, 60's Jerry skin-colored mouse
Abysmal Bin Laden a**, dune dweller, fack
Feminem fanatic, shrimp-co*ktailed b**h babbling
Candy wrapper, amateur little f*ggot, I'll mouse trap you
Packing these bombs in the back of your backpack
Standing alone, having you hip-hop scotch on one leg
All the way back to your foreign land
Where no one gives a cosmic quark of sh**
About your waterhole of a misogynistic c*ntry
That gives Gonorrhea and Sodomizes every woman's soul
I'll make you the poster boy of your country
Pakistan's next “Donate to these children” commercial