It smells like bombs and tushy
Bombs you know you smell the bombs
It smells like bombs and tushy
Bombs you know it smells like bombs

What you doin'
Nuthin' chillin at Afghanistan Inn
Who you wit
Me and this dude that calls himself bin-Laden
What you goin' do
Sip on juice and call some Al-Quadeians
One thing leading to another now I'm in a turban
What you doin'
Nuthin' chillin at Afghanistan Inn
Who you wit
Me and this dude that calls himself bin-Laden
What you goin' do
Sip on juice and call some Al-Quadeians
One thing leading to another now I'm in a turban

Bush called me, said it's a hoe-down party
Don't bring no pretzels, he said he'll choke on some Bacardi
I was on my until I spotted a show
'Bout some ol'dude with a turban and a thing on his chin lookin like a fro, ya know
But I went out my llama and said c'mon lets hit the road
Cruisin by houses already blown, 'bout to get blown so more
Pulled up, stopped, parked
Dirt still spinning
And through all of the dust I can see a weird guy grinning
As I walk over I'm thinking ohh,what the f**k
This dude looks like bin-Laden and smells like butt
I said "Hey what's up is this the party hosted by Georgie B.?"
He said "No but do you wannna come in my cave with me?"
Hum, lets see, ding-ding
How 'bout I make a ring-ring
Get the cops to lock up this terrorist king
"Lets go then"
First I'll check out his place
Then turn him in
Damn is he cooking doo-doo cakes
It was really cramped in thurr
And I couldn't breathe in
Wondering why this guys beard so big
Is he hiding twins
As we start to talk
It still smells like $#*%
But it don't matter because I'm 'bout to get rich
Real rich

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Dick called up like what's the holdup
I said "Guess what you won't beleive who showed up"
Bin took a trip to the bathroom to do some "Cash Cropping"
He himself was about to do some bomb dropping
Turbans knocking on the cave really acting silly
One said "Can Bin come out to play?"
I said "Nah, he's busy"
Now you think that I'm teasin
You ain't beliveing
The story I'm preachin
You need some more reason
Had a chat then took out my phone wit the camera
So I took a picture but can't send it, no power
Bin walked out os the crapper smilling
Al-Quadeians still wildin
All looking scrubby like they just got off survivor Island

Chorus

Stop, drop, KABOOM
Uh ohh, there goes a temple
If that was an earthquake it was one big @$$ ripple
Far from little
See the walls doing a giggle
But it's under control because the soldiers at at the hizzle
Bin-Laden trembles
and falls flat on his fizzle
And it's very plain to see that it's Osama bin-Lizzle
Talkin some gibble
While I'm lookin for some missles
I hit him with a bat but his beard aborbed the hizzle
His blood trickles
Bustin caps, dots and pimples
He falls on the wood and the fire starts to fizzle
I need a beer to drizzle
Is this song compizzled
For shizzle dizzle
Try rapping -zzle twenty tizzles
As the story simples
And my words begin to slizzle
They arrest Bin and his peoples as they squirm like twizzles
I'm gettin payed for the capture, bye bye Mr.bin
I'll be chillin with some women when your sentence begins

Chorus

Let the party begin