[Verse 1]
Bin Laden rises from his watery grave,
Dust off his robes, got a world to enslave.
Gonna crush the West, make ‘em pay the price,
With fire and fury, no need to think twice.
But the world’s flipped scripts since he took his dive,
Phones in every hand, folks barely alive.
He sneaks into Europe, plans his big scheme,
But sees the chaos—it’s a woke fever dream.
[Chorus]
Oh, Osama’s back, but the job’s already done,
Europe’s tearin’ itself apart, no need for his gun.
Borders wide open, cultures in a spin,
He’s lost his purpose, where to begin?
The West is fallin’, no jihad required,
He’s unemployed now, feelin’ so tired.
From Paris to Berlin, it’s all goin’ south—
Self-destruction’s the bomb, straight from their mouth.
[Verse 2]
Heads to the UK, thinkin’ he’ll find his spark,
But London’s a mess, lit by riots in the dark.
Pubs full of pronouns, history erased,
Cops chasin’ tweets while the streets lay waste.
“Damn,” he mutters, “they’re doin’ my work for me,”
No towers to topple, no infidels to flee.
Purpose slippin’ away like sand in his fist,
Jihad’s obsolete—top of the list.
[Chorus]
Oh, Osama’s back, but the UK’s implodin’,
No virgins await, just virtue overloadin’.
From Big Ben to Brexit, it’s all fallin’ flat,
He’s jobless and jaded, imagine that.
The West is crumblin’, no terror needed,
He’s wanderin’ lost, feelin’ defeated.
Across the pond now, last hope in sight—
America’s callin’, maybe one more fight.
[Verse 3]
Lands in the States, sees the red, white, and blue,
Tryin’ to hold on, but cracks showin’ through.
Infiltrators everywhere, his old crew’s in deep,
Borders porous, promises cheap.
Gets excited—finally, a chance to ignite,
Plans a big boom under cover of night.
But then he meets him: a fat white dude so fine,
Beard like a bear, eyes that shine.
They talk over burgers, share a forbidden glance,
Osama’s heart flips—it’s a whirlwind romance.
[Bridge]
Falls hard and fast, questions start to brew,
“Why hate the West when love feels so true?”
Goes woke overnight, pro-choice and all,
Marches for rights, hears freedom’s call.
Wants to save it now, this land of the free,
But the rot’s too deep, it’s plain to see.
Infiltrated souls, divisions run wild,
His plans turn to pleas—too late, my child.
[Final Chorus – slower, fading]
Oh, Osama’s changed, but the West is dyin’,
Love came too late, no use in tryin’.
From caves to rallies, he’s flipped his script,
Pro-West and broken, caught in the grip.
The towers stand tall, but the soul’s in decay,
He can’t pull it back—it’s slippin’ away.
Bin Laden’s blues, a terrorist’s lament,
Purpose lost forever, heaven-sent hell-bent.
[Outro – spoken whisper over strums]
Too late, brother… too damn late.
