Osama Yo’ Mama

Osama (Osama), yo' mama didn't raise you right
 When you were young, she must have wrapped yo' turban too tight
 She should have kept you home on those Arabian nights
 It's plain to see you need some therapy
 Osama (Osama), yo' mama could have done a lot better
 Though I bet every day you did somethin' to upset her
 By the way, we got an answer to your anthrax letter
 New York City's where it's from, it's called a smart bomb
 And I can hear yo' mama sayin' now
 "You in a heap o' trouble, son
 Now, just look what you've done!
 Saw you on TV with yo' gun
 Mercy sakes, I can't do a thing with ya
 Told ya Dubya's gonna getcha"
 And I can just hear Dubya sayin'
 "You in a heap o' trouble, boy
 And I don't think you will enjoy
 Our game of search and destroy
 Yeah, we got your terror right here, we gon' run it up your rear"
 Osama (Osama), yo' mama didn't teach you how to act
 You've crossed the line too far this time, there ain't no turnin' back
 You're startin' to remind us of another maniac
 Yeah, you know who, he started World War II
 Osama (Osama), yo' mama didn't teach you to behave
 Now they say you're hangin' with the bats in a cave
 Well, pullin' off that sneak attack was not too brave
 Kinda makes us remember the seventh of December
 And I can hear yo' mama sayin' again
 "Ooh, you in a heap o' trouble, son
 Now just look what you've done
 Saw you on TV with that gun
 Goodness me, I can't do a thing with ya
 Told ya Dubya's gonna getcha"
 And I can just hear Dubya sayin'
 "You in a heap o' trouble, boy
 And I don't think you gon' enjoy
 Our game of search and destroy
 Yeah, we got your terror right here, we gon' run it up your rear"
 Osama (Osama), yo' karma's really got you in a jam
 But that's just what you get when you mess with Uncle Sam
 Osama (Osama), the Taliban is history
 Nobody wants to see you startin' World War III
 Osama (Osama), you know the Al-Qaeda won't last
 Osama, just like you, its future's in the past