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