Ol' Bin Laden needs to die, die ,die, die, die, die, die, die
Ol' Bin Laden needs to die, die ,die, die, die, die, die, die

Here come the jet planes to drop some bombs right on his land
And our foot soldiers are drawing targets in the sand
He hides in caves, while his desciples take the heat
But when we find him, we're gonna grind him up like meat

Ol' Bin Laden needs to die, die ,die, die, die, die, die, die
Ol' Bin Laden needs to die, die ,die, die, die, die, die, die

You know you're gonna pay for what you did to New York
We'll tie you to a pole and jab your ass with a pitchfork

Ol' Bin Laden needs to die, die ,die, die, die, die, die, die
You know that bastard's gonna fry, fry, fry, fry, fry, fry, fry, fry

What were you thinkin boy, that we would never raise a fuss?
Now you just keep on hiding, piss us off some more
When we get through you'll wished you never messed with us

We'll search every cave in the world to blow the turbon off your head
We'll hang you, beat you, starve you, and shoot you till you're dead

Ol' Bin Laden needs to die, die ,die, die, die, die, die, die
Ain't nobody gonna cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry,
You know that bastard's gonna fry, fry, fry, fry, fry, fry, fry, fry
Ol' Bin Laden needs to die, die ,die, die, die, die, die, die

He'd better kiss his ass goodbye

Ol' Bin Laden needs to die, die ,die, die, die, die, die, die
Ol' Bin Laden needs to die, die ,die, die, die, die, die, die