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Spoken: as Bin Laden]
Oh Dr Dre. Or I say Dr Gay.
You are bad man, you diss the wrong motherfucker. You think Osama won't diss you black biaaatch.

1:]
Things just the same for Osama,
Since the Trade Bombings,
And the Pentagon got the world
Me to all of congress, like...[blurred]
The Strangest things can to an Afghan
people get wrapped up in Islam and Allah,
Then some shiteaters fly planes and havoc,
go drop the blame on Bin Laden.
Now I got a faggot-ass rapper me
With gangsta rap, like I'm not gonna battle,
Dr Dre? The man wasn't done since NWA
And Eazy-E AIDS.
Don't shoot night on your fat ass,
You homofuck, you ain't the one goin' platinum.
Osama Bin Laden, it gangsta,
Dr Dre, I'm the Aftermath.

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

2:]
Oh Dr Dre at you, you fool
I use own rap against you, and I'm better.
Lick my balls, til are dry,
Sorry... again.
Things ain't the same for Bin Laden,
This planet hates me more Michael Jackson,
on the Taliban for keeping me captive,
Threatening to find my cave and blast it,
Now I've got to about this wannabe gansta,
Who pays rappers to write his wack shit,
Everyone knows that your beats are man,
And you'll blow by yourself man.
Sorry, you'd blow... cocks,
Use the as a straw and blow sperm out your nostrils.
I don't give a fuck, call Slim Shady,
Dogg, D.O.C, Wren and Jay-Z,
To write a verse, I'll do it for ya,
You still dick, this is Booshu Babara.
Do you know who, do you know what, do you know
keep this between me and you.

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