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