Bob Al was a man of the Nile. A fez on his and a whole lot of style. Rashan liked to kill and to rob And one day without being He killed Bob (And ain't right.) Well in the street Bob lay at Shady's feet And stared, no one dared to compete. Nobody there to compete. cared when Bob died Nobody cared to try and him Hey look away 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. 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 Chuck would make pay. Al Hashib was on his way. Nobody cared when Bob Nobody to try and save him Hey look away 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. Shady was afraid: he assassins to save his ass And they up their swords, Hawked loogs and roared until arrived. Slowly across the dunes he on a camel hard as enamel. He didn't for an invitation, He whipped out his gun and it well. Well, Chuck spent his on the thugs and killed them dead. He then took his sword and he lopped (ha ha ha) off heads. Shady Rashan hurled himself at feet Begging for to please let him go free. But lit his bomb and he blew Shady up Bob was a brother, you see. Nobody cared when Bob cared to try and save him Hey look away like Bob was never there Unbeknownst to Shady, Bob had a bro who him dearly Bob had a bro who loved him is on his way. is on his way, hey.