Lyrics I'm Osama - Rucka Rucka Ali
Im
OsamaRucka
Rucka
Ali
I′m
gonna
fly
some
planes
Into
a
couple
buildings
in
Manhattan
I'm
I′m
Osama
Run
tell
Obama
I'm
your
fucking
uncle
I
walk
into
a
airplane
like
Bro
man
salam
This
will
be
bumpy
ride
Put
your
seat
belt
on
I
got
C4
bomb
tucked
into
my
undies
The
pilot
says
"DAMN
SHOULD'VE
RODE
MY
DONKEY"
It′s
about
to
get
crazy
When
it′s
time
to
pray
I
strap
grenade
to
a
baby
"Allah
save
me"
Happy
Ramadamadamadingdong
everyone
Let
me
show
you
what
plane
flying
lessons
gave
me
Okay
now
turn
left
I
SAID
TURN
LEFT
"For
everything
else...
there's
Mastercard"
Maybe
we
just
got
off
on
the
wrong
foot
Let′s
start
over
Hi
we're
gonna
die
Here′s
a
plastic
bag
for
cover
bro
Hope
you're
in
the
mood
for
72
virgins
And
I
don′t
mean
dudes
that
get
your
computer
working
I'll
explain
it
in
a
way
that
you
can
understand
Hope
you're
planning
on
hearing
′bout
great
insurance
offers
Cause
this
plane′s
'bout
to
crash
into
some
health
insurance
office
You
heard
of
One
Direction?
I′m
in
Al
Qaedirection
My
name
is
Zayn
Hussein
Yes
I
may
have
let
'em
planes
go
too
far
I
meant
to
get
′em
back
to
Yemen
for
a
new
car
I'm
the
coolest
guy
every
year
at
TerrorCon
All
the
terrorists
are
like
"oh
he
got
a
telephone"
I′m
gonna
drive
a
cab
Only
got
20
bombs
in
my
pocket
I'm
I'm
Osama
Sorry
for
the
drama
Where
should
I
drop
you
off
at
(Thank
you)
I′m
gonna
drop
some
bags
At
the
marathon
up
in
Boston
"TOO
SOON"
Shit
I
blew
my
balls
off
Whatchu
know
about
explosive
turbin
on
your
noggin
Who
you
know
been
getting
more
hate
than
Bin
Laden
This
nigga,
will
fuck
your
kid
and
kidnap
your
parents
One
man′s
terrorist's
another
man′s
arab
I'm
a
bad
man
bitches
I′m
from
Palistan
which
is
in
Afghanistan
I
blew
up
Pakistan
with
a
gas
can
Come
and
find
me
everybody
I'm
right
here
Hide
and
go
seek
champion
12
years
Up
in
Dearborn
chilling
with
Saddam
and
his
mothafuckers
I
lead
a
Syrian
rebellion
mothafucker
I′m
in
New
York
on
welfare
mothafucker
I'm
like
"Bro,
can
I
pay
you
in
Trident
Layers?"
I
give
you
free
Chili
gift
card
and
a
bootleg
Iron
Man
3 and
a
Angry
Birds
t-shirt
I
call
that
a
gift
from
me
to
your
nation
Now
we're
squared
up
And
the
Kardashians
have
always
worked
for
me
I
just
wanna
get
that
cleared
up
Anyone
you
see
with
a
turbin
is
workin′
for
me
Will
we
ever
see
middle
east
peace?
Nigga
please
They′ll
always
be
1 or
2 jihads
at
least
Watch
me
spit
a
flow
bro
(Here
we
go)
I
got
back
hand
like
Macklemore
(What)
A
bitch
walk
up
and
I
smack
a
whore
I'm
gonna
pop
some
caps
Homie
got
dynamite
in
my
jacket
I′m
I'm
Osama
Get
ready
for
the
summer
Shit′s
about
to
blow
up
I
wear
the
baddest
robes
I
chill
with
bad
ass
bros
Like
David
Allan
Coe,
Al
Assad,
and
Camel
Joe
I
wear
the
baddest
bombs
I
kill
americans
I
win
the
marathons
Taylor
Swift
has
camel
toe
I'm
gonna
fly
some
planes
Into
a
couple
buildings
in
Manhattan
I′m
I'm
Osama
Run
tell
Obama
Let
me
fly
Air
Force
One
(Oops)
Thank
you
First
I
need
to
thank,
Jesus
I'd
like
to
thank
my
flying
instructor,
Barack
Osama-
Obama,
sorry
hummus
in
my
throat
Jihad
Xpress
for
the
last
minute
job
The
Saudi
family,
Paula
Abdul,
Selena
Gomez,
and
the
rest
of
Hamas
Thank
you
to
my
wife,
there′s
too
many
of
them
to
name
And
thank
you
R.
Kelly
who
made
me
believe
I
could
fly
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