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Fresh Prince of Bell End
By Potato

parody of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air Theme Song
by Will Smith

Parody: Original:
Now this is a story all about how
my cock got chopped, turned inside out
and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell how lost the feeling in my bell end
Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air
As a native European born and raised
with a foreskin is how I spent most of my days
chilling out, maxing, retracting all cool
and playing with myself inside of the school
when a couple of Jews, they were up to no good
started making trouble in my manhood
I got in one little check up and my doc got scared
and said "we're going to have to amputate the effected area"
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear there're prissy, bourgeois and all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
They put me out with gas and when I came to
I had stitches in my dick and blood on my legs
If anything I could say my penis was bare
and I got a keratin layer on my bell end

But I pulled up my shaft skin to about CI 7 or 8
and yelled to my penis "yo homes smell you later!"
Looked at my foreskin it was finally there
and that how I got a nice fresh bell end.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Nah forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

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