Merry Jihad Songtext
von The Muslims

I am not your friend
I am not your lover
This could be the end
If you come steppin′ to me motherfucker

Blame it on Muslims
Blame it on the brothers
Call us terrorists
But we know that the problem is you

We don't want your American pie, cuz you bitches don′t use seasonings!
When you fall asleep at night, are you scared we're coming for you?
When you see us walking by, are you afraid we're gonna BLOW?
Put you on a plane out to the sky
Now you′re dead. Now you′re dead

Oh, now you're dead


I am not the one
You don′t want these problems
Bring it to my door
And I will shut you down motherfucker

Blame it on the poor
Blame it on Latinos
You call us fuckin thugs
But we know that the looter is you

We don't want your American pie, cuz you bitches don′t use seasonings!
When you fall asleep at night, are you scared we're coming for you?
When you see us walking by, are you afraid we′re gonna BLOW?
Put you on a plane out to the sky
Now your dead. Now your dead

You don't wanna step to me
Step to we. Step to us
I swear you will get the bizniz
Come for me or come for us at all
I will put you in your grave!