Now, this is a story all about how
My life got licked-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I ate the whole town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
At the cemetery was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And shootin' up some children outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making fun of my beliefs that people are food
I ate their bodies and my mom got scared
She said 'You're gonna end up eating the whole town of Bel Air'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she said the dead orphans can't fit inside my suitcase
She gave me a wince and then she gave me my ticket.
I snacked on some orphan and said, 'I might as well lick it'.
First taste, yo this isn't bad
Eating every part from their ears to their ass
Is this what the people of Bel-Air taste like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Eatin' all the people whether skinny or fat
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the taste of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
I ripped off his face, blood splattered over the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, home to Bel Air'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie, sorry you had to get ate
I looked at my dinner
I was finally there
To eat all the people living in the town of Bel Air
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Bump in the name of will smith