What I'd do to Osama

Osama Binladen, Is his name. Blew up the towers, His claim to fame. If I ever saw him, I'd make him fuck a goat. As soon as he was done, I cut his bearded throat. Kill him?... Yes I would, But maybe not so soon. Put him in a pit, Filled with live racoons. Tourturing sounds real good, Yes it does indeed. Tie him down upon a log, And beat him with a bamboo reed. Cut his fingers off, One knuckle at a time. Day by day one knuckle, One knuckle at a time. Take a red hot iron, To stop all of his bleeding. Cut off his fucking tounge, TO stop his ass from pleeding. As soon as he's got no fingers, I cut off at the wrist. Grab his nose with pliers, Give it quite a twist. His elbows are the next, Thats where I'd make the cut. Take a bat and beat him, Beat him in the gut. Cut him at the shoulders, Arms?, he has now none. Tourter's almost over, Nearly half way done. Now I'd start on his toes, One knuckle at a time. Day by day oen knuckle, One knuckle at a time. Cut him at the ankle, Now he's got no feet. Take the bat agian, His head? Yes I would beat. The next step I can think of, Is to cut him at the knee. Yes... that is my plan, Sounds real good to me. The second to last step, Is ot cut him at the hip's, Take out a pair of siccors, And cut off his fucking lips. Cover him with peanut butter, Tie him to a tree, Let the animals do the rest, Throw his carcus in the sea.Yeah well i think this is funny as shit but my friend say i should put it in angst. but then again my friends also tell me im a twisted sotra guy. :) Written April 4th, 2002 © on Apr 04 2002 06:24 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1