Now, this is a story all about how
Whimsy flipped my SUV, turned it upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became a member of FF triple A.
In west Balkan born and raised
On the battleground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some morphine outside of the school
When a couple of kebabs who were up to no good
Started shooting RPGs in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my commander got scared
He said 'You're movin' with your auntie Whimsy and uncle Squid in Bel Air'
I begged and pleaded commander day after day
But he packed my ruck and sent me on my way
He gave me a kiss and then he gave me a rifle.
I put my PRC-343 on and said, 'Game time son'.
First session, yo this is bad
Drinking fuel out of a jerry can.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're tacticool, autistic, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this green cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the slav of Bel-Air
Well, the server is up and when I got in
There was a dude who looked like a PltCo standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get court martialed yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a humvee and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this humvee was rare
But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, squad to Bel Air'
I pulled up to the mosque about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the PltCo 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the slav of Bel Air
Music used: Earschplittenloudenboomer and For Ladies Only by Steppenwolf.