Al Qaeda will kill you so dead you are dead
They'll rip off your scrotum and chop off your head
Then use your remains in three nights of buffets
But that won't compare to the rage of those gays.
Al Qaeda has guys who'll shake hands and explode
Then others who'll serve up your chunks a la mode
Still more are in orbit perfecting death rays
But what you have to fear is the threat of those gays.
Al Qaeda will rip all your limbs from their sockets
And then mount your torso on Katyusha rockets
And fire you at toddlers to hearty hoorays
Still I shiver to think of the acts of those gays.
Al Qaeda's new poison will curdle your guts
Then they'll use your dead carcass to poison your mutts
Then serve up those dead dogs as poisoned parfaits
Though that's mercy compared to the plans of those gays.