Salman Rushdie
I wouldn't like to be in your shoes
You write a book, but to the muslim you is a crook
So here's some advice now
Run Rushdie run
The muslim dem a come
Run Rushdie run
The muslim dem a come
Ayatollah gone but all of the muslims still a come
Muslim in America, dem inna temper
Muslim inna England, dem inna temper
Muslim inna Africa, dem inna temper
Muslim all over, dem inna temper
Him write one book about the muslim
And make fun of the prophet and ting
The whole of the muslim vex with him
Dem a say that him is blaspheming
Now muslim inna Bradford get inna temper
Get the man book and catch the man book a fire
All over the world muslim inna fever
Dem say, "Ban the book of this blasphemer!"
Now Iran is a country where you find the Ayatollah
And the muslim faith a weh most of dem a follow
Ayatollah get the book, Ayatollah stop fi holla
Anybody kill Rushdie get three million dollar
This is an insult unto the prophet and to Allah
The people out there, dem listen to the Ayatollah
Yes, fi the Ayatollah dem would kill dem owna bredda
So Rushdie know him inna whole heap of bother
Start wet up himself like him have a weak bladder
Him no want no muslim jook no knife inna him collar
A him write the book, him musta wish he never bother
'Cause him deh pon the run like a great train robber
Mi say run Rushdie run
The muslim dem a come
Run Rushdie run
The muslim dem a come
Ayatollah gone but all of the muslims still a come
Salman Rushdie gone inna hiding
The police force dem a protect him
But if a muslim ever catch him
You woulda hear Salman start sing
Sorry (Sorry!)
Is all that I can say (Take this!)
But forgiveness don't come so easily (Quiet!)
Hear me, dem want him neck
Dem no want no apology-gy-gy-gy-gy-gy-gy
From Rushdie-die-die-die-die
That's why me bawl
Run Rushdie run
The muslim dem a come
Run Rushdie run
The muslim dem a come
Ayatollah gone but all of the muslims still a come
Respect
Respect, respect, respect
Respect, respect, respect
Respect, respect, respect
Respect, respect, respect
It seem like Salman Rushdie forget
Fi live inna this world you haffi have respect
Him write 'nuff book, 'nuff money him make
The man is supposed to be a intellect
Him used to be a muslim so wha' him expect?
Him know that the muslim woulda get upset
So why him waan decide fi risk him own neck?
'Cause Salman a think 'bout a big fat cheque
To him is a joke, to the muslim a death
Coulda ten years time the man nah fi get
Fi the rest of him life Rushdie a go fret
If him go near a muslim him ago start sweat
Him ago live a life of pure misery
Him would haffi have a change of identity
Use the money weh him make fi plastic surgery
Live pon a desert island with him family
Boy, me glad a no me
That's why me bawl
Run Rushdie run
The muslim dem a come
Run Rushdie run
The muslim dem a come
Run Rushdie run
The muslim dem a come
Run Rushdie run
Muslim dem a come
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