Rucka Rucka Ali - I'm Osama lyrics

I'm gonna fly some planes Into a couple buildings in Manhattan I'm I'm Osama Run tell Obama I'm your f**ing 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" sh** I blew my balls off Whatchu know about explosive turbin on your noggin Who you know been getting more hate than Bin Laden This n***a, will f** your kid and kidnap your parents One man's terrorist's another man's arab I'm a bad man b**hes 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 mothaf**ers I lead a Syrian rebellion mothaf**er I'm in New York on welfare mothaf**er 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? n***a please They'll always be 1 or 2 jihads at least Watch me spit a flow bro (Here we go) I got back hand like Macklemore (What) A b**h walk up and I smack a who*e I'm gonna pop some caps Homie got dynamite in my jacket I'm I'm Osama Get ready for the summer sh**'s about to blow up I wear the baddest robes I chill with bad a** bros Like David Allan Coe, Al Assad, and Camel Joe I wear the baddest bombs I k** americans I win the marathons 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 [clears throat] 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