This is a song about "Al qaeada"

Al give ye a tip seen as ye you canny see me visually

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I'm al capone in a fedora, execution on the church altar

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

Mixed with diluted cider brewed with, tools from al-qaeda units

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Been up and down like a criminal record, guess that's why there's al capone,

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

We bundys you al but i'm teddy

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Could he be weird al, could he be jimmy fallon?

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Out-of-place and tore-up like al-qaeda with a jewish bible,

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night