Lyrics:

Osama - yo' mama didn't raise you rightWhen you were young she must have wrapped yo' turban too tightShe should have kept you home on those arabian nightsIt's plain to see - you need to stay out of those fightsOsama - yo' mama could have done a lot betterThough I bet every day you did somethin' to upset herBy the way, we got an answer to your anthrax letterNew York City's where it's from - its the news headerAnd I can hear yo' mama sayin' now, 'You in a heap o' trouble sonNow just look what you've done!Saw you on TV with yo' gunMercy sakes, I can't do a thing with you hon.'And I can just hear dubyah sayin', 'You in a heap 'o trouble boyAnd I don't think you will enjoyOur game of search and destroyWe got your terror right here, son yu sure are the real mecoy.Osama - yo' mama didn't teach you how to actYou've crossed the line too far this time, there ain't no turnin' backYou're startin' to remind us of another maniacYeah, you know what we shoud of stuffed you in an over sized sack!Osama - yo' mama didn't teach you to behaveNow they say you're hangin' with the bats in a caveWell, pullin' off that sneak attack was not too braveKinda makes us wonder if your digging your own grave?And I can hear yo' mama sayin' again, 'You in a heap o' trouble sonNow just look what you've doneSaw you on TV with yo' gunMercy sakes, you need to settle down hon!And I can just hear dubyah sayin', 'You in a heap 'o trouble boyAnd I don't think you will enjoyOur game of search and destroyWe have made a son that is a real mecoy!Osama yo' karma's really