There's a freak, named Osama. With many wives, but fucks his momma! He's a pussy, always running. But on sight, we'll start gunning. Hiding in caves, with his bitch ass race, Aint gonna do much, when we bomb the place. So keep running, we don't give a fuck. Your peeps are dying, and now you're stuck. Now you comeback, with the powder anthrax, That aint gonna do much, eat a tampax. You killed some of us, but we killed most of you, And we aint stopping, until you're through. So keep comming, choose your next weapon, We aint going nowhere, until it's your face we're stepping.
Reason for writing:
Fuck Osama Bin Laden
Birth sign: Cancer
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