Bob Al was a man of the Nile. A fez on his head and a lot of style. Shady liked to kill and to rob And one day without provoked He Bob (And that ain't right.) Well in the street Bob lay at Shady's feet And stared, no one dared to compete. Nobody there to compete. Nobody cared when Bob Nobody to try and save him Hey look away pretend like Bob was there to Shady, Bob had a bro who loved him dearly Bob had a bro who loved him is on his way. Chuck Al Hashib was a man of the A fez on his and a gun in his hands. He had thirty in a black bandolier, A in his sock, and a bug in his ear. Bad travels fast, so did Chuck, so they say. For what Shady did would make Shady pay. Chuck Al was on his way. Nobody when Bob died cared to try and save him Hey look away pretend like Bob was there Unbeknownst to Shady, Bob had a bro who him dearly Bob had a bro who loved him is on his way. Shady was he paid assassins to save his ass And sharpened up their swords, Hawked loogs and until Chuck arrived. Slowly the dunes he came on a camel hard as enamel. He wait for an invitation, He whipped out his gun and it well. Well, Chuck spent his slugs on the thugs and them dead. He then took his and he lopped (ha ha ha) off their heads. Shady Rashan hurled himself at Chuck's Begging for to please let him go free. But Chuck lit his bomb and he blew up Bob was a brother, you see. Nobody cared Bob died cared to try and save him Hey look pretend like Bob was never there Unbeknownst to Shady, Bob had a bro who him dearly Bob had a bro who him dearly is on his way. is on his way, hey.