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    In light of the fact that the U.S. Department of State has come out with a press release firmly on the side of appeasement in the name of cowardly political correctness, I have decided to post these songs.

    To those that don't understand parody, satire and free speech, suck on these songs and kiss my infidel ass!!!!!!
    InYurFace music was founded on the ideal that free speech is priceless, some people are too damned sensitive and that fatwa's are harder to come by than the main stream media makes them appear to be.


    The InYurFace Music Collection
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    The House of Zarqawis Son
    To the tune of House of the Rising Sun by the Animals

    There is a house in Ramadi
    They call zarqawis place
    And it’s been the scene of many a bomb made
    To kill the infidel race

    My mother was a breeder
    Of martyrs for the cause
    My father was a leader of
    The oldest radical mosque

    Now the only thing a leader needs
    Is a Koran and some nuts
    Who are willing to kill some innocent kids
    By being blown to chunks

    Oh Imam tell the children
    Just to do what you wont do
    And blow themselves to kingdom come
    To kill some blameless Jew

    Well I got one foot on the bus now
    And my finger on the switch
    And as soon as I blow my self skyhigh
    I’ll get my virgin bitch

    Well there is a house in Ramadi
    They call zarqawis place
    And it’s been the scene of many a bomb made
    To kill the infidel race


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    At the Hajj

    To the tune of "At The Hop" by Danny and the Juniors

    Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah-bah
    Bah-bah-bah-bah. bah-bah-bah-bah, at the hajj!

    Ever since Mo lived in his cave
    And he starved and went near insane for the hajj
    We have been out for conversion
    And the Sacred old excursion of the hajj
    We will kill or enslave all the folks that won't wage a jihad
    Wage it now!!!

    Ah, let's go to the hajj
    Let's go to the hajj , (oh Baby)
    Let's go to the hajj, (oh hamid)
    Let's go to the hajj
    Come on, let's go to the hajj


    Well, you can kneel and you can kill it
    You can really start to feel it at the hajj
    When the crowd starts a pushin
    And your head feels like a cushion at the hajj
    It's the religious crush for people in a rush it's called the hajj


    Ah, let's go to the hajj
    Let's go to the hajj , (oh Abdul)
    Let's go to the hajj, (osama)
    Let's go to the hajj
    Come on, let's go to the hajj


    Well now ya gotta go to mecca
    If there's money for the trek-a to the hajj
    Where the hotels all collapse-a
    And the faithful find their rapture at the hajj
    All the young jihadis are leaving ramadi for the hajj
    Let's go!!

    Well now, we'll throw rocks at Satan
    There'll be no hesitat'n at the hajj
    You best not be slippin,
    And well stomp on folks just tripping at the hajj
    Cartoons will make us cause the west to hate us at the hajj
    Don't shove me now


    Ah, let's go to the hajj
    Let's go to the hajj , (oh Donnie)
    Let's go to the hajj, (oh Georgie)
    Let's go to the hajj
    Come on, let's go to the hajj


    Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah-bah
    Bah-bah-bah-bah. bah-bah-bah-bah, at the hajj!


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    Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Camelboys


    Camelboys aint easy to love but they're easy to kill
    They hide with the people or they live in a cave in the hills
    Turbans and bomb vests and dirty pajamas and new jihads every day
    They're dead wrong and they're evil and our military
    Is out to just blow 'em away

    Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be Camelboys
    Don't let 'em shoot AK's while riding in trucks
    Or go planting bombs on the roadside and such
    Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be Camelboys
    They'll never stay home and when they go roam
    We will just blow them all up

    Camelboys like killin for Allah and catchin' our bullets
    Wipin' their ass with their hands and man do they smell
    Them that don't know 'em won't like 'em
    And them that do still want to blow them to pieces
    They're so wrong it aint funny
    And it costs us money to make sure that they go to hell

    Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be Camelboys
    Don't let 'em shoot AK's while ridin' in trucks
    Or go planting bombs on the roadside and such
    Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be Camelboys
    They'll never stay home and when they go roam
    We will just blow them all up

    Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be Camelboys
    They'll never stay home and when they go roam
    We will just blow them all up


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    My Heroes Have Always Been Camelboys

    I grew up a dreamin' o' bein' a camelboy
    And lovin' the goatfuckin ways
    Pursuin' the life o' my implodin' heroes
    I burned up my childhood days
    I learned all the rules of a suicide bomber
    Don't ya press down the button too soon
    Just take a short bus ride, or go to a disco
    Go out with a scream and a boom


    My heroes have always been camelboys
    And they will be till I die
    Sadly adhering to eighth century ideals
    And a bunch of ragged old lies


    Camelboys are spreadin their own brand of misery
    By wiping their ass with their hands
    Some will die from a bomb in a safe house in Baghdad
    To be dropped in a hole in the sand
    Pickin at sand fleas while down on their damned knees
    And cryin to Allah each day
    Dirty pajamas an' diapers on their heads
    With their leaders a-hidin' in caves


    My heroes have always been camelboys
    And they will be till I die
    Sadly adhering to eighth century ideals
    And a bunch of ragged old lies

    Sadly adhering to eighth century ideals
    And a bunch of ragged old lies

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