Now this is not the story all about how my wives got flipped, turned upside down and I’d like to take a minute just stone them right there I’ll tell you how I blew up a car in town called Bel-Air

In Saudi Arabia born and raised

On the minefields is where I shot most of the gays

Chillin’ out beheading and blowing up cars

Screaming before we detonate, “Allahu Akbar!”

Until some US soldiers that were up to no good

Started making trouble in the brotherhood

I waged holy war and my Imam got scared

He said “Go find some whites to bomb in Bel Air!”

I begged and pleaded with him the other day

But he packed my camel and sent me on my way

He gave me a goat and he gave me my ticket

I put my bomb vest on and said I might as well kick it

First class plane, yo this is bad,

Flight attendant showing her face and ass

Is this what the people of America livin’ like

Hm this might be Allah’s fight!

I whistled for a cab and when it came near

the License plate said ‘Bomb’ and had sword in the mirror

If anything I could say that this cab was rare

But I thought now forget it, yo Jihad to Bel Air

I pulled up to a house about nine or eleven

And I yelled to the cabbie, Arak Lahiqaan later

Looked at the heathens I was finally there

To put a car bomb in the center of Bel Air