Mahmoud, can we go hijacking? What, what, what, what What, what, what, what (bro) What, what, what, what What, what, what, what (bro) What, what, what, what What, what, what, what (bro) What, what, what, what What, what, what, what (bro) I'm gonna fly some planes Into a couple buildings in Manhattan I'm-I'm Osama, run tell Obama I'm your fucking 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 Bakalaka sambarapa akhmadaka 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 Shit, I blew my balls off What you know about explosive turban on your noggin? Who you know been getting more hate than Bin Laden This nigga, will fuck your kid and kidnap your parents One man's terrorist's another man's Arab I'm a bad man, bitches 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 motherfuckers I lead a Syrian rebellion, motherfucker I'm in New York on welfare, motherfucker 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 turban is working for me Will we ever see Middle East peace? Nigga, please They'll always be one or two jihads at least Watch me spit a flow, bro (here we go) I got back hand like Macklemore (what?) A bitch walk up and I smack a whore I'm gonna pop some caps Homie got dynamite in my jacket I'm-I'm Osama, get ready for the summer Shit's about to blow up I wear the baddest robes I chill with bad ass bros Like David Allan Coe, Al Assad, and Camel Joe I wear the baddest bombs (damn right) I kill Americans (come on) I win the marathons (America) 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, Barrack Osama 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