My Ruby Slippers!
I’ll get you my pretty and your little dog too
I’ll get you my pretty and every other Zionist Jew
My jihad Muslims are flying to get you
So now let’s see who it is that’s really true –
Islamic green or the Zionist blue?
Those ruby slippers are mine
You stole them along with Palestine
And no, I’m not doing just fine
With your bloody Zionist crime
So now you’re running out of time!
Don’t bother running to the Wizard of Oz –
Or should I say Alister Crowley’s demon Aiwass?
He has such a big head like an alien
But a brain that’s smarter than a hen
Whereas I do jihad by the sword and the pen
I’m gonna get you and you won’t even know when
So you’d better run along and hide in your poppy glen –
Like scurrying mice, unlike real women or men
Your “Wizard of Oz” film is just disinformation
To confuse every child and every nation
You may have stolen land by use of a gun
But don’t ever think that you’ve now won
‘cause am just getting started and having some fun
So run along little rabid rabbit, now run!
Water will never melt me
Because I’m truthful and free
And I can do anything, like defying gravity
But you’re so blind and can’t even see
You even think my face is green like a tree!
You’re just a spoilt brat, but I fight like Bruce Lee
And I’ll destroy you with my karate
Or like Mohammed Ali,
I’m gonna fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee
Until you wet your pants with wee-wee –
Just please don’t piss on my slippers of ruby!
‘cause they bring me much glee
You know, we could just settle this over a cup of tea,
Or I could just spank you over one knee,
Whilst singing John Lennon’s song “Let it be”
Those ruby slippers aren’t worth fighting for
They just make you look like a tart, or whore
It’s your arrogance that I really abhor
Our religion isn’t just a tale or folklore
It’s meant for peace not for bloody war
And your fighting is just making everyone sore
It’s not even interesting anymore
It’s just such a stupid bore
I’d rather watch paint drying on my door
Than take your Zionist crap anymore
‘cause you’re rotten to the core
And what is the Israeli flag ever good for –
Other than sweeping a dirty floor?
Your friends don’t have courage, a heart or brain
As a matter of fact, they’re just bloody insane!
Running like maniacs down every peaceful lane,
Causing much sorrow and pain
I hope they get hit by a train!
Or beaten in school with the cane,
‘cause how else will they be tame?
I’m just sick of their illuminati game –
Stealing my ruby slippers just for fortune and fame!