Suicide Bomber
A song made by Udehani Chinedu
Suicide Bomber
A song made by Udehani Chinedu
Suicide Bomber
High on opium of seventy-two virgins upon
Death,promise made to him two thousand years ago.
Death becomes wishful,
Earth becomes miserable,
Opium becomes wonderful,
Faith relics becomes edible.
Man wrapped dish rags as hats on his head,children runing around camel's and
Donkeys shits.
Never taken bath for months,he smells horrible than his donkeys,wife cooking herbs on bonded
Sticks,while he smokes beatle's shits as ciggrates.
No ladies on bikini walking
On sand beaches, no g string pants and crop tops on the streets,rather women are pudahed on dark cloth topdown like masquerades.while he rubs his ass against the walls after inconvinence.
No radio,no television,
All forbidden from listen to
News,he prays with chaplets,while watching the crescent.
All life is filled with seventy-virgins opium in the never never lands.
If one steals,one's hand get chopped off.if you commit adultery you get stoned to death.
If you binged alcohol
You get flogged.
Man prefers to be high
On seventy-two opium,it
All looks beautiful in bombs wraped around the waist.
Man get blown so high
That his third legs get
To the paradise before
Him.
Meanwhile,the custodians of the relics and the opium,had their own children in the best schools abroad where they
Wear bikini on sand beaches.
While 72virgins await the miserable suicide bombers
Garbed on dish rags as hats,rock torn foot looks
Miserably diseased.
I dont want to die on
High dosage of opium,
Life is beautiful here,good
Knowledge is wonderful too.
I want to be high on beer,
Whisky and cigar,listen
To Afrobits vocal circuit radio.while ladies on bikini
Rub my stomach.
Life is beautiful,watching
Holywood and Nollywood
Movies,while music plays
On liquor bars.
I want my seventy-two virgins here on earth,
I want to enjoy them here
To the fullest.
I dont want to blown to pieces,i love to live live,
Not die,die,die miserable.
Man prefers to be high
On seventy-two opium,it
All looks beautiful in bombs wraped around the waist.
Never taken bath for months,he smells horrible than his donkeys,wife cooking herbs on bonded
Sticks,while he smokes beatle's shits as ciggrates.
No ladies on bikini walking
On sand beaches, no g string pants and crop tops on the streets,rather women are pudahed on dark cloth topdown like masquerades.while he rubs his ass against the walls after inconvinence.
want to be high on beer,
Whisky and cigar,listen
To Afrobits vocal circuit radio.while ladies on bikini
Rub my stomach.
Life is beautiful,watching
Holywood and Nollywood
Movies,while music plays
On liquor bars.
I want my seventy-two virgins here on earth,
I want to enjoy them here
To the fullest.
I dont want to blown to pieces,i love to live live,
Not die,die,die miserable.
I want to be high on beer,
Whisky and cigar,listen
To Afrobits vocal circuit radio.while ladies on bikini
Rub my stomach.
