This is a song about "Wierd al yankovic"

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Cause another innocent died

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

We bundys you al but i'm teddy