Interrogated, tortured, Then killed Just the way The Saudi Prince had willed An oppositional voice Finally stilled On Turkish soil His blood was spilled
The Turks have A surveillance tape That would leave Your mouth agape The Saudi reporter Could not escape A sicker equivalent Of *******
Prince Muhammad bin Salman Hatched the plot So ask yourself What have we got How can anyone Befriend that snot? While the bonesaw they used Is still hot
Nine-Eleven involved Nineteen of them They’re the **** of the earth Or the phlegm We spit out our mouths When we can They’re worst than The Ku Klux ****