Enslave
(The PBUH and Allah Song)
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I was tired of my lady
Because her dress wasn't long
Her face was never covered
all the men say it's wrong
So while she lay there sleeping
I beat her to death in the bed
And in the arabic personals
There was this letter I read:

"If you like PBUH and Allah
Getting kafir blood to drain,
If you're not into vulva
If you can make lots of pain,
If you like forcing me at midnight
In the depths of the cave,
Then I'm the wife that you've looked for
Write to me and enslave"

I didn't think about my dead lady
I know that sounds kind of mean
But me and my old lady
Had fallen into the old crushed skull routine
So I spoke to the imam
Took out a personal ad
And though I'm no islamic poet
I thought it wasn't half-baaad:

"Yes I like PBUH and Allah
Getting kafir blood to drain
I'm not much into health food,
I am into cruel pain
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon
and cut through all your black drape
go to a bar called Goldman's
where we'll plan to enslave"

So I waited with high hopes
And in walked her covered face
I knew to smile in an instant
I knew her bomb was in place
It was my own burka'd lady
And she said, "Akbar Allahu"
Then she stared for a moment
And then the people she blew"

That you like PBUH and Allah
Getting kafir blood to drain,
And the feel of an explosion
And the joy of their pain,
If you'd like being forced at midnight
In the depths of the cave,
Your the wife that I've looked for
Come with me and enslave"

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