YES…I’ll Come Bomb YOU Next!Boom! There goes another bomb; you can hear it outside my room.
Why is it when I walk outside I see men I don’t know, but yet they already treat me like their foe!?
Why am I seen as the Muslim extremist? Well thank you, you are the terrorist!
Yes, my mom wears a headdress; at least she is not a drunken mess.
Alright, yes- she may walk around like “Rututu” but she ain’t unkind and rude like you!
Cheers to the man who gave me all this luck.
Thank you, Bush, for life that will forever suck!