Hellish mullahs, hellish, fatwas,
Hear imams rant cant Osama.
Cant that's very wash-your-braining,
And they say we'll get our guns when we stop training.

They've forced us to like Al Qaida,
Though it is a poison idea.
We dismember goats we've skinnered,
They're a domain for dicks right before they're dinner.

All the clowns here hate your nation,
They don't like civilization.
And the head roach shags his sister
While he warns her not to read or be a kisser.

Rabid Osama salivates.
He thinks he'll run a caliphate.
A forced member of his party,
I am not too far gone to see it's foolhardy.

Take me home, no mullahs, fatwas.
F*ck this gnome--he's crazed, Osama.
He'd cleave me while I was bent at prayer,
He likes boys beaten and bare.

Take me home, I will stop hating Jews and goys.
Let him molest the other boys.
Oh, please don't make me stay. . .
I wince the butthole way.

Creepy mullahs, creepy fatwas,
They've hijacked, belittled Allah.
A part of their evil mission:
To get their insane hands on nuclear fission.

Wait a minute, bombs are raining
Down on where we do our training.
I escaped with just a sweater.
Mullahs, fatwas like this charred--the world is better.