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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
