Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat may new and DOG will have his day,
Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay.

As I look up at the sky,
My mind starts trippin', A tear drops my eye.
Elsinore becomes dark.
There is somethin' really rotten in the state of Denmark.
My father was the king, now he's chillin'.
Gertude's illin', Claude is a villian.
Dear god, please save me from this folly.
I can't live, my life is oh so melancholy.
I think it's too late for prayin', hold up.
A spirit speaks to me, it's my father, and he's sayin',
"CLAUDIUS KILLED ME WHEN HE WAS ON THE PROWL."
You mean it was a murder?
"MURDER MOST FOUL."
Oh father please, tell me the solution.
"IF YOU HATH EVER LOVED ME, THEN GET SOME RETRIBUTION.
GO AND REST MY SOUL, GO AND TAKE CONTROL.
VENGE MY LIFE, MY SON." My eyes closed.

Murder!… Murder was the play that they gave me.
Murder!… Murder was the play that they gave me.

So I started actin' crazy.
I see my Momma and my Uncle through eyes, no longer hazy.
Who needs enemies, Horatio, I say,
With friends like Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, but anyway, I get some
Actors for me to go act out the deed,
And everything the spirit said, came to reality.
Watching Uncle Claudius sit.
Did he flinch? He nearly had a shizit-fit!
I told my Momma a thing or two about dear old Dad.
And then I stuck Polonius because I was acting mad.
"JUST REMEMBER, YOUR MOM'S BEFRIENDED,
OR ELSE THY FATHER THOU HAS MUCH OFFENDED."
Indeed. Agreed. Proceed to line read.
Every thought I have, is soliloquied.
They say I'm wordy, but I still talk mo',
Cause I'm verbally a virtuoso. Really though.
CHECK IT OUT:
Yes, to be or not to be.
That is the question, before me.
Whether tis nobler, to col' defend 'em.
Or else by just, opposing end 'em.
No more Danish wine and juice.
I'm on my way to England, heading for a long noose.
I'll switch the notes and run,
Because the English know that two heads are better than wizzun, how fun!
A beggar diggin' graves don’t recognize my face.
Cause I'm the Fresh Prince of Denmark, H-A-M-L-E-T!
Yorick's gone, Ophelia looks bleak,
Because she went nuts and then drown in the creek.
So I swordfight her bother Laertes.
My Mother took a drink that made her life cease.
Laertes came and told me after he was slain,
That I got stuck with a poison and the King is to blame.
So I ran him right through, the guy I was despisin'
The body count's currently seven and risin',
And I probably won't make it to see twenty-fo',
Word to Willy Shakespeare, I'm-a ride for you, Romeo!

Murder!… (HA HA HA HAAA!) Murder was the play that they gave me.
Murder!… (YEAH!) Murder was the play that they gave me.
Murder!… (BYOTCH!) Murder was the play that they gave me.
Murder!… Murder was the play that they gave me.
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