"Turk Turk Turk Turk Turk Turk" lyrics

Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk
Bro, I'm a
Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk
I talk like
Dirk, dirk, dirk, dirk, dirk, dirk
I wear a
Burk, burk, burk, burk, burk, burk

I shout Alla-la-la-la-la-la
And everyone will
Die, die, die, die, die, die

I live in the desert
Not a big fan of the Americans
Don't judge what I like
You know I'm quite a fan of ISIS
I strap a bomb or two on my kids
I like food with lots of spices

Cover my wife with a big-ass hijab
I met her online and she gave me a handjob
At night it's time for a celebration
Go out and riot, overthrow politicians
Ataturk told the great Young Turk military
Take control when things are bad
Took control 1960
Then again 1980
Now, hmm

How'd we wake up under rule of Islam
Who cares, man. I'm a

Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk
Bro, I'm a
Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk
I live in
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
And I wear a
Skirt, skirt, skirt, skirt, skirt, skirt

Dirk, dirk, dirk
Eating bakalava vavavava
It's a for dessert, -sert, -sert, -sert, -sert

Back in '83
We stood in the street
And chanted. Bro, man, we're not gon' be
Iran
If we got another chance to
Would we honor Ataturk's request to
Keep the Quran and the law separate two?
No. My goats get my D with lube
I sold fake Adidas shoes
I choke chicks, if I see their boobs

The Caliphate will be worldwide
Let's try it, baby

Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk
Bro, I'm a
Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk
I'm kind of a
Jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk
I'm going
Berserk, -serk, -serk, -serk, -serk

Screaming, "Aluwa-wa-wa-wa-wakbar!"
God is really good, good, good, good, good

Yeah. OK

Sunnis flew into some constructions
Knocked them over
We knew it's takeover moment
It wasn't an aviation problem
Call Asians
We need you
When I see the Devil, it's an American dude
Tell the Mexicans, "Enter from Santa Cruz."
We could send the Russians through the water in tubes
I know you and me
We'll have fun, fun, fun, when Islam takes over

Riding a loaded new Bentley
Into a group of infidels
Bro
Yeah

I can't find my son
His name's "Aluwakbar"
Bro man, bro man, bro man, bro man
I put a red dot onto your forehead

We're just really based
We're based
We want a worldwide caliphate
'Til then, here's shwarma plate
No need for a fork. No

And I am a
Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk
Bro, I am a
Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk, Turk
I talk like
Dirk, dirk, dirk, dirk, dirk, dirk
Armenians get
Mirked, mirked, mirked, mirked, mirked
I scream, "Ah-la-la-la-la-la-la"
My nigga, you will
Die, die, die, die, die, die

Dirk, dirk, dirk, dirk, dirk, dirk