Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute; to me shall you mark
I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a place called Denmark
In West Copenhagen, born and raised,
In the graveyard is where I spent most of my days
Freaking out max about the misrule
Playing with my swords and learning to duel
When a couple guys said “your dad is a ghost”
“I saw him last night when I was at my post"
I got super freaked out, and started to unhinge
“THIS NIGHT I VOW, I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE!”
I couldn’t believe what my dad said to me
It had me questioning, to be or not to be?
You see my dad was dead, but before he went cold
My uncle had swooped in and took up his throne
And if it the whole thing weren’t an infinite jest
Mother married Uncle; such a bed of incest!
But the thing about his death, his end, so it were
He said it was a foul, most unnatural murder.
Words, words, words, ran around in my head
I wasn’t very nice, there were stupid things I said.
Ophelia, my lady, saw the worst part of me
I yelled out loud, “Get thee to a nunnery”
Ay there’s the rub, she’s a sensitive soul
And she drowned herself down at the watering hole.
I couldn’t believe it, and neither could her brother
He wanted revenge, we were gonna fight each other.
I challenged her brother, “At dawn, we duel!”
I figured if nothing, to thine own self be true.
We slashed and fought, but he got in a hit
And I was a goner, he had poisoned the tip
Mom drinks a cup that was meant for me
And I stab two others, four deaths including me!
I looked at my kingdom, I had one more remark
“The rest is silence”, said the Prince of Denmark
OH MY $DEITY YES.