Sandbox

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Now, this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I liked to take a minute Just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Monroeville.

In Great Ridleybank born and raised On Blackmore building was where i spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And shooting some zombies outside of building When a couple of zambahz, they were up to no good. Started makin' trouble in my home suburb I got in one little fight and my mom got scared She said "GRAAGH MONROEVILLE MRH!"

I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my inventory and send me on my way She gave me a bite and she gave me a claw I loaded my shotgun and said "I might as well kill she."

First class, yo this is bad Drinking beer out of a wine bottle Is this what the people in Monroeville livin like? Hmmmmm, this might be boring.

But wait i hear they're dead, rotting all that Is Monroeville the type of place they send this trenchie? I don't think so I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Monroeville

Well, the plane landed and when I came out There was a zombie who looked like a cop eating a old lady I ain't trying to die I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said 'TRENCH' and it had dice in the mirror If anything I can say this cab is rare But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Monroeville!'

I pulled up to the farm about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes kill ya later' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To settle my haypile as the Prince of Monroeville