Now this is the story all about how,
I learned to catapult flaming cows
Now I'd like to take a minute just to sit right there
And tell you how I was quickscoped by an assassin named Altair
In East Antarctica, born and raised
In the sweatshop, is where I spent most of my days
Chillin out, maxing and ravaging the land
And pledging my allegience to the Ku Klux Klan
When Gordon Ramsey (who was up to no good)
Started reking m8s in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and said, "Pikachu, I choose you!"
But then I got a glitch, and ended up on the moon
I blood whistled for a cab, but then I realized I couldn't whistle
So I jumped in my tardis, and Snoop said, "Wassup, mah nizzle?"
i fiddled around my pocket, and found something quite rare
A GOTY copy of the game, "Shrek's Lair".
I pull up at a house, around 7 or 8
And yelled to Snoop Dog, "Go home, you're drunk m8"
I walked up to the door and broke the door handle
So, I was just like, "Fuck it, I'm joining Al Qaeda"
BUT WHO WAS PHONE?