**** motha ****a, I bust out free-STYLE
Swift with the rhythm so don't change the dial
Yo' blues rhythm Hamlet would my mind beguile,
Blowin' out my rationale till I yell "ooh child!"

Cuz Hamlet got the moneys and the honeys and the ho's
But soft the fair Ophelia be suckin on his...toes

Yeah, bitch, that's right I'm bustin' it so won't ya take a look
and pay me very close attention I said HAMLET'S NOT A BOOK!

oooohhhhhhhhhh

It's a play, motha ****a, with a play within a play
And though that Claudius is fooled, the fooled is fooler in a day
And when you're fooler than the fool that fooled the fool in the way
I think you're foolish just enough to go see Hamlet and pay.

It's a dumb-show, motha ****a, and nobody speaks
Struts his hour on the stage although his message has leaks
Full of sound and fury like Macbeth but fury is weak.
And now he talks in verse cuz he's a poetry freak.

To be or not to be, boy, that is my inquisition,
To base this inclination on a mere superstition
To suffer slings and arrows or to cancel our mission
If death is sleep destruction's sweet, lethargic perdition

But, ay, in sleep we dream and perdition's no good
Eternal slumber could be torture, yes a torturous hood
And that is why we're slaves to fardels we'd put down if we could
And thus conscience does make cowards of us--men made of wood.

And says the uncle...OH MY OFFENCE IS RANK!
The young prince re-alizes that my deed is more than a prank
I killed his father...and I pumped up the crank
Cuz now I'll have to kill the snooping son, the ghost he can thank.

O I die...Ho-RA-tio,
And if I see you in the next world I'll say hi to your soul.
Goodbye now mother, though you've parted the fold
And with Ophelia to see me off I'll head to the cold.