Lyrics:

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 to stay out of those fights 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 - its the news header 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 you hon.' And I can just hear dubyah sayin', 'You in a heap 'o trouble boy And I don't think you will enjoy Our game of search and destroy We got your terror right here, son yu sure are the real mecoy. 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 what we shoud of stuffed you in an over sized sack! 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 wonder if your digging your own grave? And I can hear yo' mama sayin' again, 'You in a heap o' trouble son Now just look what you've done Saw you on TV with yo' gun Mercy sakes, you need to settle down hon! And I can just hear dubyah sayin', 'You in a heap 'o trouble boy And I don't think you will enjoy Our game of search and destroy We have made a son that is a real mecoy! Osama yo' karma's really