Feeling frisky when you slaughter,
Still you're runnin' free.
You'll pay for you're transgressions real soon you see,
As you sit there on your potty with your bum kidneys.
We'll turn out your lights and you'll be history.

That Osama's such a scum.
That Osama's such a scum.
He's like Attila the hun, yeah.

Closin' up your window, there's no planes for you to zoom.
Wanna see your ass be chokin' on some mustard gas and fume.
No more internet you're usin' to plot your schemes of death,
Closin' up your road show, you'll be takin' your last breath.

That Osama's such a scum.
That Osama's such a scum.
He's like Attila the hun, yeah.

Your training camps we're blastin, we'll even up the score.
You cannot trust an old friend, that reward's loot galore.
You fear so many things living must be a real chore,
Can't go out to whiz so you're pissin'in your drawers.

That Osama's such a scum.
That Osama's such a scum.
We said, "You're gonna die by the gun, son"
He's like Attila the hun, yeah.

Best keep your ass on the run, yeah.
You're gonna die by the gun, son.
Best keep your ass on the run, yeah.
You're gonna die by the gun, son.

Best keep your ass on the run, yeah.
You're gonna die by the gun, son.
Best keep your ass on the run, yeah.
You're gonna die by the gun, son.