[Spoken: Eminem as Bin Laden]
Oh Dr Dre. Or should I say Dr Gay?
You are very bad man, you dissed the wrong motherfucker.
You thought Osama wouldn't diss you back, biaaatch?
[verse 1:]
Things just ain't the same for Osama,
So much drama
Since the World Trade Bombings,
And the Pentagon got the whole world calling me
to kill all of congress, like...[blurred]
The strangest things can happen to an Afghan
When people get wrapped up in Islam and Allah,
Then some shiteaters fly planes and wreak havoc,
And then you go dropand put the blame on Bin Laden.
Now I got this faggot-ass rapper attacking me
With this gangsta rap, like I'm not gonna battle,
Dr Dre? The man wasn't done shit since NWA
And gave Eazy-E AIDS.
Don't make me go shoot night on your fat ass,
You homofuck, you ain't the only one goin' platinum.
Osama Bin Laden, keeping it gangsta,
Fuck Dr Dre, I'm the Aftermath's bitch
[Chorus:]
Everywhere that I go ain't the same as before,
People I used to know just don't know me no more
And everywhere that I go, I've got people I know,
Who've got people they know, so I suggest you lay low.
[verse 2:]
Oh Dr Dre look at you, you fool
I use your own rap against you, and I'm better.
Lick my balls, until they are dry,
Sorry... come again.
Things just ain't the same for Bin Laden,
This planet hates me more than Michael Jackson,
Hating on the Taliban for keeping me captive,
Threatening to find my little cave and blast it,
Now I've got to worry about this wanna-be ganster,
Who pays other rappers to write his wack shit,
Everyone knows that your beats are helped man,
And you'll never blow by yourself man.
Oh Sorry, you'd blow... blow cocks,
Use the hole as a straw and blow sperm out your nostrils.
I don't give a hurried fuck, call Slim Shady,
Snoop Dogg, D.O.C, Wren and Jay-Z,
To write a verse, fuck I'll write it for ya,
You still lick dick, and this is Booshu Barbra.
Do you know who, do you know what, do you know who?
Let's keep this between me and you.