*talking*
Oh my god
Becky, look at Sa-ddam
He's so dense
he looks like that dum,Hit-ler asshole
Who understands murderous tyrants anyway
They only talk to him so he wont brake their knees
I mean his bombs
They're just so big
I can't believe he's so dumb
He's just so Evil
I mean, it's sick
Look, he's just so ugly

*rap*
I hate Saddam you b****** die
You Iraqi's can't deny
That when Saddam walks in with an itty bitty brain
And a gun up in your face
You get scared
Wanna bash his nuts
Cuz you think that you've had enough
That uniform he's wearing
It's weird and peeps are staring
Oh, baby I wanna just stab ya
And take your nerve-gas
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that gas you got
Makes me so sick and...
Ooh, death of slow pain
You say you're gonna start with my head
I'll kill you kill you cause u are an average Hitler

I've seen them torturin
The hell with with quick death
Your sacked,u slacked turned iraq into a circus act

Sick of time magazine
Saying you're an evil thang
Then take your sorry fat ass change your ways
Or else you're gonna pay

So Sa-ddam (yeah) Sa-ddam(yeah)
Do you got them bombs (hell yeah)
Well hide them, hide them,or we'll kick ur ass
Let's brake his back

(Iraqi Face with a Turkish booty)

I'd like'em dead,full o'lead
And when I'm throwin a gig
I just can't help myself
I'm actin like an animal
Damn I hate this scandal

I wanna get em homw
And bang, double up bang bang
I aint talkin bout tortue
Cuz torturous devices were YOUR toys
I wannem real slashed and cut up
So find that axe and shovel
Saddam's in big trouble
Beggin for a piece of that rubble
So I'm lookin' at Iraq videos
His hookin those bimbos walkin like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like flo jo
A word to the thick head tyrants
I wanna get with ya
I won't hurt or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I will damn kill you
Til you break in two
Iraqi's got to get it on
Alot of Terrorists won't like this song
Cuz they like to to massacre like Mc Vay
But I'm be a Patriot
Cuz I'm Big and I'm strong
And your killing is like fiction Yawn

So raqi's (yeah), raqi's (yeah)
Do you wanna get ridda Saddam?(yeah)
Then turn around
Throw em out
Even you guys gotta shot got to shout
Iraq is back

(Iraqi face with a Turkish booty)

Yeah baby
When it comes to leaders
Saddam ain't got nothin to do with my selection
Evil,unmerciful
Only if hes our own Bush

So your country got some oil
And u bein worth less than soil
But oil cain't make a car go fast enough to get out so u can toil
My oi-il tank don't want none unless you've got Wits Ditz
You can do side bends or sit-ups, but you still can't lose that gut
Some Iraqi's wanna play that hard role
And tell you that the gut is gold
So they say they like it and think it
And I pull up quick to shrink it
So cosmo says you're fat
Well Damn I'm down with that
Cuz your waste is big and your but needs kickin
And I'm thinkin bout that kickin
To the beano fatties in the magazines
You aint it mis.thang
Give me a skiny I can't resist her
Beano and rice did miss her
Some knuckled tried to dis
Cuz Saddam's girls weren't on my list
He has no game and I wanna hit em '
And pulled up quick to beat 'em
So saddam if the gut is round
And you wanna get some help real fast
Dial 1-900-INEEDHELP and ask your daddy for a psychologist
US will brake your back