I'm not a human
Or should I say I once was one
Eng-land's where I grew
Isn't it good, Islamic poo

It tells me to stray
And it told me to slay anyone—
That wasn't like me
And I relished the taste of their blood…

He sat on my rug biding his time
Drinking my tea
We prayed until two and then I said
“Time to kill you”

~~~Interlude~~~

He said “Spare my life”
When he re'lized — I started to laugh
And I said to kneel down
And drew out my knife by his mouth

And when I was done I was alone
His soul had flown
So I praise Allah
Isn't it good Islamic poo