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 * Lyrics to the beat of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song**

Now this is a story, all about how domestic life got flipped turned upside down And I’d like to take a minute just standing right here to tell you how some characters lives got thrown up in the air

In the state of New York, born and raised On the football field is where Biff spent most of his days Chillen out, laxin, relaxing, all cool and never doing math homework outside of school When the neighbor came out, Willys up to no good He started making trouble in the neighborhood He said, “you give my son the answers, right now” So he can be a football star and leave this town.

Biff and Happy grew up to amount to nothing at all And Willy grew older, with more and more falls He looked at his life It was not was he expected So he sadly crashed his car, and took his life instead.

Now we move on, to another domestic crazy We’re not sure of her name, but we know she’s a crazy lady She’s got some serious issues, perhaps post partum depression So her husband locks her up, but she can’t learn the lesson

As time goes on, all she wants to do is write But her husband forbids her, says she has no right She starts getting sneaky, and that’s when things go bad The wallpaper comes alive, and she’s part of the act

Next in line is Officer Grimes Who wakes from a coma to find some serious crimes The city’s been invaded, with the walking dead He’s not sure how, but he’s in over his head

After finding some friends, he makes it to Atlanta Luckily his family has set up camp(a) His partner is there, but he’s started some drama He’s messed with their family; he’s kissing the mama

The family life he knew, has now taken a turn How can he move on from such a low burn? Carl sees the issue, and without hesitation He pulls the trigger of a gun, without any contemplation.

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