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Spoken: as Bin Laden]
Oh Dr Dre. Or I say Dr Gay.
You are very bad man, you diss the wrong motherfucker. You think Osama diss you black biaaatch.

1:]
Things ain't the same for Osama,
the World Trade Bombings,
And the got the world calling
Me to all of congress, like...[blurred]
The Strangest can happen to an Afghan
When people get up in Islam and Allah,
Then shiteaters fly planes and wreak havoc,
Then go the blame on Bin Laden.
Now I got a rapper attacking me
With this rap, like I'm not gonna battle,
Dr Dre? The man wasn't shit since NWA
And gave AIDS.
Don't make shoot night on fat ass,
You homofuck, you ain't the only one platinum.
Osama Bin Laden, it gangsta,
Dr Dre, I'm the Aftermath.

Everywhere that I go ain't the as before,
People I used to know just don't know me no
And everywhere I go, I got people I know,
Who've got people know, so I suggest you lay low.

2:]
Oh Dr Dre look at you, you
I use own rap against you, and I'm better.
Lick my balls, til are dry,
Sorry... again.
Things just ain't the for Bin Laden,
planet hates me more than Michael Jackson,
Hating on the Taliban for me captive,
Threatening to find my little and blast it,
Now I've got to worry this wannabe gansta,
Who pays rappers to write his wack shit,
Everyone knows that beats are helped man,
And you'll never blow by man.
Sorry, you'd blow... cocks,
Use the hole as a straw and blow out your nostrils.
I give a hurried fuck, call Slim Shady,
Snoop Dogg, D.O.C, and Jay-Z,
To write a verse, fuck do it for ya,
You lick dick, this is Booshu Babara.
Do you who, do you know what, do you know who?
Let's keep between me and you.

Osama...
Osama...
Oooosama...
O-o-o-osama...
Biatch.