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FUCK YOU NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOU CANCER PATIENTS DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE YOU FUCKING DIPSHIT I HOPE YOU DIE OF CANCER YOU DESERVE IT BITCH I HATE YOU GO KILL YOURSELF YOU WASTE OF SPACE DIE BURN IN HELL BITCH I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU GO DIE ALREADY YOU FUCKING BITCH NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU YOU FUCKING FAGGOT I HOPE YOU DIE NO ONE LIKES YOU I WANNA KILL YOU YOU FUCKING QUEER HOMO GO FUCK YOURSELF I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU KYS KYS KYS KYS KYS KYS KYS KYS KYS KYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111 NOW, THIS IS A STORY ALL ABOUT HOW MY LIFE GOT FLIPPED-TURNED UPSIDE DOWN AND I'D LIKE TO TAKE A MINUTE JUST SIT RIGHT THERE I'LL TELL YOU HOW I BECAME THE PRINCE OF A TOWN CALLED BEL-AIR IN WEST PHILADELPHIA BORN AND RAISED ON THE PLAYGROUND WAS WHERE I SPENT MOST OF MY DAYS CHILLIN' OUT, MAXIN', RELAXIN', ALL COOL AND ALL SHOOTIN' SOME B-BALL OUTSIDE OF THE SCHOOL WHEN A COUPLE OF GUYS WHO WERE UP TO NO GOOD STARTED MAKING TROUBLE IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD I GOT IN ONE LITTLE FIGHT AND MY MOM GOT SCARED SHE SAID, "YOU'RE MOVIN' WITH YOUR AUNTIE AND UNCLE IN BEL-AIR" I BEGGED AND PLEADED WITH HER DAY AFTER DAY BUT SHE PACKED MY SUITCASE AND SENT ME ON MY WAY SHE GAVE ME A KISS AND THEN SHE GAVE ME MY TICKET I PUT MY WALKMAN ON AND SAID, "I MIGHT AS WELL KICK IT" FIRST CLASS, YO THIS IS BAD DRINKING ORANGE JUICE OUT OF A CHAMPAGNE GLASS IS THIS WHAT THE PEOPLE OF BEL-AIR LIVING LIKE? HMM, THIS MIGHT BE ALRIGHT BUT WAIT, I HEAR THEY'RE PRISSY, BOURGEOIS, ALL THAT IS THIS THE TYPE OF PLACE THAT THEY JUST SEND THIS COOL CAT? I DON'T THINK SO I'LL SEE WHEN I GET THERE I HOPE THEY'RE PREPARED FOR THE PRINCE 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 THE LICENSE PLATE SAID, "FRESH" AND IT HAD DICE IN THE MIRROR IF ANYTHING I COULD SAY THAT THIS CAB WAS RARE BUT I THOUGHT "NAH, FORGET IT, YO, HOLMES TO BEL AIR" I PULLED UP TO THE HOUSE ABOUT SEVEN OR EIGHT AND I YELLED TO THE CABBIE, "YO HOLMES, SMELL YA LATER" I LOOKED AT MY KINGDOM I WAS FINALLY THERE TO SIT ON MY THRONE AS THE PRINCE OF BEL-AIR

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FUCK YOU NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOU CANCER PATIENTS DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE YOU FUCKING DIPSHIT I HOPE YOU DIE OF CANCER YOU DESERVE IT BITCH I HATE YOU GO KILL YOURSELF YOU WASTE OF SPACE DIE BURN IN HELL BITCH I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU GO DIE ALREADY YOU FUCKING BITCH NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU YOU FUCKING FAGGOT I HOPE YOU DIE NO ONE LIKES YOU I WANNA KILL YOU YOU FUCKING QUEER HOMO GO FUCK YOURSELF I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU KYS KYS KYS KYS KYS KYS KYS KYS KYS KYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111 NOW, THIS IS A STORY ALL ABOUT HOW MY LIFE GOT FLIPPED-TURNED UPSIDE DOWN AND I'D LIKE TO TAKE A MINUTE JUST SIT RIGHT THERE I'LL TELL YOU HOW I BECAME THE PRINCE OF A TOWN CALLED BEL-AIR IN WEST PHILADELPHIA BORN AND RAISED ON THE PLAYGROUND WAS WHERE I SPENT MOST OF MY DAYS CHILLIN' OUT, MAXIN', RELAXIN', ALL COOL AND ALL SHOOTIN' SOME B-BALL OUTSIDE OF THE SCHOOL WHEN A COUPLE OF GUYS WHO WERE UP TO NO GOOD STARTED MAKING TROUBLE IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD I GOT IN ONE LITTLE FIGHT AND MY MOM GOT SCARED SHE SAID, "YOU'RE MOVIN' WITH YOUR AUNTIE AND UNCLE IN BEL-AIR" I BEGGED AND PLEADED WITH HER DAY AFTER DAY BUT SHE PACKED MY SUITCASE AND SENT ME ON MY WAY SHE GAVE ME A KISS AND THEN SHE GAVE ME MY TICKET I PUT MY WALKMAN ON AND SAID, "I MIGHT AS WELL KICK IT" FIRST CLASS, YO THIS IS BAD DRINKING ORANGE JUICE OUT OF A CHAMPAGNE GLASS IS THIS WHAT THE PEOPLE OF BEL-AIR LIVING LIKE? HMM, THIS MIGHT BE ALRIGHT BUT WAIT, I HEAR THEY'RE PRISSY, BOURGEOIS, ALL THAT IS THIS THE TYPE OF PLACE THAT THEY JUST SEND THIS COOL CAT? I DON'T THINK SO I'LL SEE WHEN I GET THERE I HOPE THEY'RE PREPARED FOR THE PRINCE 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 THE LICENSE PLATE SAID, "FRESH" AND IT HAD DICE IN THE MIRROR IF ANYTHING I COULD SAY THAT THIS CAB WAS RARE BUT I THOUGHT "NAH, FORGET IT, YO, HOLMES TO BEL AIR" I PULLED UP TO THE HOUSE ABOUT SEVEN OR EIGHT AND I YELLED TO THE CABBIE, "YO HOLMES, SMELL YA LATER" I LOOKED AT MY KINGDOM I WAS FINALLY THERE TO SIT ON MY THRONE AS THE PRINCE OF BEL-AIR