Bob Al was a man of the Nile. A fez on his head and a lot of style. Rashan liked to kill and to rob And one day without provoked He killed Bob (And that right.) Well right in the street Bob lay at Shady's And stared, no one dared to compete. Nobody there to compete. cared when Bob died Nobody cared to try and him Hey look away pretend Bob was never there Unbeknownst to Shady, Bob had a bro who loved him Bob had a bro who loved him is on his way. Chuck Al was a man of the sands 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 fast, so did Chuck, so they say. For what Shady did Chuck make Shady pay. Al Hashib was on his way. Nobody cared Bob died cared to try and save him Hey away pretend like Bob was never there Unbeknownst to Shady, Bob had a bro who loved him Bob had a bro who him dearly is on his way. Shady was afraid: he assassins to save his ass And they sharpened up swords, loogs and roared until Chuck arrived. Slowly across the dunes he 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 killed dead. He then took his sword and he lopped (ha ha ha) off heads. Shady Rashan hurled himself at Chuck's Begging for Chuck to let him go free. But Chuck lit his and he blew Shady up Bob was a brother, you see. Nobody cared Bob died Nobody cared to try and him Hey look away pretend like Bob was never to Shady, Bob had a bro who loved him dearly Bob had a bro who loved him is on his way. is on his way, hey.