so i was driving on my road when an ape cut me off damn jiggaboo nearly took my head off. maybe it's because i called him a ****-licking jew bag, or maybe when i grabbed his grilfriend and held the brownie while screamin **** buffies. then a cop showed up, unfortunatley he was a camel jockey mix with a little bit of ching chong in there. then the ****ing cholo chonkey pulled out his tazer and got my cracker ***. oh well well i woke up i was in prison with a coonass, crow, and mudshark trying to plug my asscrack with their dink like dicks. so i stabbed the son of a *****, eight-ball, eskimo ***** with a broken spoon til all three hajji, jungle bunnies were on the ground singing...
Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
thanks for hearing me out all you kaffir mother ****ing moderators
much love shadowsmurfs
