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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 ain't the for Osama,
Since the World Bombings,
And the Pentagon got the calling
Me to all of congress, like...[blurred]
The Strangest things can to an Afghan
When people get wrapped up in 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 done shit NWA
And Eazy-E AIDS.
Don't make night on your fat ass,
You homofuck, you the only one goin' platinum.
Bin Laden, keeping it gangsta,
Dr Dre, I'm the Aftermath.

Everywhere that I go ain't the as before,
People I used to know just know me no more
And everywhere I go, I got people I know,
got people they know, so I suggest 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 just the same for Bin Laden,
This planet me more than Michael Jackson,
on the Taliban for keeping me captive,
Threatening to find my little cave and it,
Now I've got to worry about wannabe gansta,
Who pays other rappers to his wack shit,
Everyone knows that beats are helped man,
And you'll never blow by man.
Sorry, you'd blow... cocks,
Use the as a straw and blow sperm out your nostrils.
I don't give a hurried fuck, Slim Shady,
Dogg, D.O.C, Wren and Jay-Z,
To write a verse, I'll 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 this me and you.

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