Story Behind the Song
09/11/2001 and my brand new S & W 10mm day wrecker
Lyrics
Al Qaeda Killaz written, produced, and performed by MiC-T
1st off fuck bin Laden and the click you claim US
side you're gonna die for those you killed and maimed, you
claim to be a Muslim with a 13 year old wife, you
Al Qaeda pussies better fear for your life, Tali-
ban Afghanistan through your land we'll rip, bin
Laden Al Qaeda some donkey fucking bitches
Marines are coming we ain't done until there's pools of your
blood from the gunning 'cauase you fools, y'all made the rules
Mullah Omar go ask Saddam how we'll leave ya bomb ya
fucked up country to pieces and you'll be deceased
PLO celebrating in the streets
They all hate us in the middle east, so fuck peace
We'll let the world know i'ts on for life, so let the
B2's fly tonight, ha ha ha
Taliban murdered on rocks and hills, ya fuck with
us and get ya ass killed, you know see
Get on ya donkeys when ya see George Bush
Feel the missles F18's push, uh!
You bombed us but you fucks didn't finish feel the
wrath of an American menace, fuckers we hit 'em
up!
Get out the
Way Osama Lay low, the
daisy cutters just got dropped Colin Powell pass the
Mach and let me shoot Saddam in his back gimme a
tank and let me aim it at them bitches in Iraq, coward
kamikaze murderers, Osama's butt burgulars
Plane hi-jacks and anthrax won't work for ya, ya
bomb the World Trade afraid to go head up, now it's
time for firepower on you coward ass fucks, we'll turn your
family to a target right in front of Osama, turn Ka-
bul into a parking lot in front of your mama, A-
pocalypse now and tomorrow for sure 'cause we don't
give a fuck like Tupac Amaru Shakur (R.I.P.), we hit 'em
up
chorus
Here comes the Delta Force, on course, hot on Sammy's
heals this ain't no phoney holy war all you crabs are getting
killed and Kabul smokin', you can smell the opi-
um burn while you're chokin', must be on a hero-
in high in Florida ya learned to fly, then you
burned but you cowards don't deserve to die, talkin'
'bout all ya money, in the dirt and the dust but you
ain't got no women you just fuckin' wit' us, you a
300 millionaire, fudge-packer got your
gay gangsters everywhere, Osama re-
member when we paid and trained you to fight the Russians, ya probably was
pissing in your pants when your were busting, now it's
all about jihad but bin Laden's a bitch, 4
planes couldn't stop us, you just got us pissed, now it's
time for us to decimate, you AK's we got the
B2's ya love to hate, mother fuckers we hit 'em
up!
From
Cali to New Jerz, Al Qaeda's getting served for
those who down with 'em you'll be with 'em under dirt, mother
fuck you dirty Arab hoes, Indonesia, over-
seas we'll bring the pain something terrible, Mullah O-
mar is you coked-up or oped-up, we'll fuck your Tali-
ban and leave your throat cut, what the fuck is you
stupid? You sell your 13 year-old daughter to some
perv dirtbag who could be her grandfather, I
never seen a Muslim in a strip club with thick dubs who
sips suds, doin' coke, trying to get his dick sucked to
bin Laden's homeys you don't want jihad all you
mid-east slobs get firestormed and mobbed you's a
pedophile, Kabul is a crater, O-
sama bin Laden world's biggest player hater
out to get some Chickens Al Qaeda, fuck rap I'll en-
list and join the rangers or the seals approach the scene and deva-
state your land and leave it smoked, with Saddam with a
broke nose full of coke, yo, we the mother fucking
locos, Al Qaeda better be knowing, turn ya
asses you ashes you'll think that it's snowing, y'all got
donkeys we got Cadillacs and air attacks
How long will the battle last? Mother fuckers we hit 'em
up!
We Al Qaeda Killaz
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