This is a song about "Wierd al yankovic"

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

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

So kids say fuck school don't follow the rules they'll al be asking for your money

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

My path of destruction leaves disaster like al pacino,

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

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

Al-right, continue to impose my might.

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

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