Footprints Of Osama Lyrics

This is the story of Osama, Allah...
Niggers put me on to the drama, now sit back
... with the data, our boy from Southern Arabia
Who had it made, body hated the fortune,
Glam and fame, the game,
An Oxford graduated, see the sun when it rains,
We studied economic, Islamic... Didn't' hate America, we hated the Congress.

... when he was ten he a powerful man
Who had paper, slinging oil and men.
Wealthy, religious and educated,
Hey yow, this made lots of bread...
... now we get... as a team...

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