Osama - yo' mama didn't raise you right

When you were young she must have wrapped yo' turban too tight

She should have kept you home on those arabian nights

It's plain to see - you need to stay out of those fights



Osama - yo' mama could have done a lot better

Though I bet every day you did somethin' to upset her

By the way, we got an answer to your anthrax letter

New York City's where it's from - its the news header



And I can hear yo' mama sayin' now, "You in a heap o' trouble son

Now just look what you've done!

Saw you on TV with yo' gun

Mercy sakes, I can't do a thing with you hon."



And I can just hear dubyah sayin', "You in a heap 'o trouble boy

And I don't think you will enjoy

Our game of search and destroy

We got your terror right here, son yu sure are the real mecoy.



Osama - yo' mama didn't teach you how to act

You've crossed the line too far this time, there ain't no turnin' back

You're startin' to remind us of another maniac

Yeah, you know what we shoud of stuffed you in an over sized sack!



Osama - yo' mama didn't teach you to behave

Now they say you're hangin' with the bats in a cave

Well, pullin' off that sneak attack was not too brave

Kinda makes us wonder if your digging your own grave?



And I can hear yo' mama sayin' again, "You in a heap o' trouble son

Now just look what you've done

Saw you on TV with yo' gun

Mercy sakes, you need to settle down hon!



And I can just hear dubyah sayin', "You in a heap 'o trouble boy

And I don't think you will enjoy

Our game of search and destroy

We have made a son that is a real mecoy!



Osama yo' karma's really