Laga hann í fokking' hausnum?! Hann á að rotna í jörðinni með ananas í rassgatinu. Það á að hengja hann opinberlega og sjónvarpa það eins og á með ALLA morðingja, barnaníðinga og nauðgara! Hengja þá síðan á ljósastaurana í miðbænum með skilti framan á sér til að vara hina morðingjana/nauðgara/barnaníðinga. Þetta á að gera við öll þessi fokking skrímsli.

I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kissin and she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick it

First class, yo this is bad,
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of bel-air livin like,
Hmm this might be alright!

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air

Botnaðu þetta ;)

Jæja.