The Fresh Something of Bel...Fuck I Forgot
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 ya all about how I'm scared to death.
In West Philadelphia I was born and raised,
In a death camp is where I spent most of my days,
Chillin out maxin relaxin all cool and advertising death outside of the ovens.
But when a couple of guys who were up to no good,
Started makin trouble in my death-hood,
I got in one little fight and my boss got scared,
He said, "You're traveling back to World War 2-era Germany to work at their death camps."
I whistled for a TARDIS and when it came near,
The license plate said, "Du...du hast...du hast mich. Du hast mich gefragt und ich hab nicht gesagt,"
And had Rammstein-members' sex dolls in the window,
If anything I could say, "This doctor was Rammstein-obsessed,"
But I thought, Man forget it. "Yo homes to 1942!"
I pulled up to the death camp around seven or eight,
And I yelled to the doctor, "Yo homes, smell ya later!"
I looked at the death camp,
I was finally there,
To work at a death camp as the something of Bel...fuck, I forgot.
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