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 provoked He killed Bob (And ain't right.) right in the street Bob lay at Shady's feet And everyone stared, no one to compete. Nobody dared to compete. cared when Bob died Nobody cared to try and him Hey look away pretend like Bob was never Unbeknownst to Shady, Bob had a bro who loved him 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 news travels fast, so did Chuck, so say. For what did Chuck would make Shady pay. Al Hashib was on his way. Nobody cared 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. Shady was afraid: he assassins to save his ass And sharpened up their swords, Hawked loogs and roared Chuck arrived. Slowly across the he came on a camel hard as enamel. He didn't for an invitation, He out his gun and used it well. Well, Chuck spent his slugs on the thugs and killed dead. He then took his sword and he lopped (ha ha ha) off heads. Shady Rashan himself at Chuck's feet for Chuck to please let him go free. But Chuck lit his and he blew Shady up Bob was a brother, you see. Nobody when Bob died Nobody to try and save him Hey look away pretend like Bob was there Unbeknownst to Shady, Bob had a bro who loved him Bob had a bro who loved him is on his way. is on his way, hey.