Osama Yo Mama - Hit Crew Masters

Osama you mama didn't raise you right

When you were young

She must have wrapped

You 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 you mama

Could have done a lot better

Though I bet every day

You did something to upset her

By the way we got an answer

To your anthrax letter

New York City's

Where it's from it's called the smark bank

And I can hear you mama saying now

You in a heap you trouble son

Now just look what you've done

Saw you on TV with you gun

Mercy sakes I can't do a thing with you

Told you the double gus get you

And I can just hear dubyah saying

You in a heap you trouble boy

And I don't think you will enjoy

Our game of search and destroy

We got your terror right here

Son you sure are the real mecoy

Osama you mama didn't teach

You how to act

You've crossed the line too far this time

There ain't no turning back

You're starting to remind us of another maniac

Yeah you know who we shoud of stuffed

We both two

Osama you mama didn't teach you to behave

Now they say you're hanging with

The bats in a cave

Well pulling off

That sneak attack was not too brave

Kinda makes us wonder

If your digging your own grave

And I can hear you mama saying again

You in a heap you trouble son

Now just look what you've done

Saw you on TV with you gun

Mercy sakes you need to settle down hon

And I can just hear dubyah saying

You in a heap you trouble boy

And I don't think you will enjoy

Our game of search and destroy

Here we got a tire run

Here we got is a real mecoy

Osama you karma's really got real jean

The best wish you want to give

When you miss the sign

Osamma the telling told the histoy

Nobody want to say the staring word ball