I’d love to see you all dead and gone
With your CD players and your cell fucking telephones
You know I wanna see you all dead on my TV
With a bullet though your head in your band new SUV
Where’s Bin Laden : when you need him
I wanna see your plane drop outta the sky
With your air miles card and your fat ass bitching wife
You know I’d love to see you kneel over dead from a heart attack
Laying on the floor choking on a big Mac
Where’s Bin Laden : when you need him