Talking in the back of my shul
You goin' have to get smacked
Walking through the Spring
That's a dangerous act
'Less you run it by me first
Cold as my '96 Volv'
Been a minute since the heater worked
Still I whip my rebbi car up to Cedarhurst and Lawerence
Boys in the Yush making noise
Shouts out to Boogie
Good looks with the Fisch I ain't even being coy
I'll prolly be there next zman
Like you went to Barry's, didn't leave your rent money on the boys
I guess you didn't have a choice, right
Went from rolling through the Spring on the bike
To rolling in the Royce
Piece on me never made no peace
So please don't speak
No Doubt, if I wanted you out of my town
You'd already be out of my town
I don't even know why I been keeping y'all around
I was born for the crown got the cleft
Ain't no competition left
Chai chain so big, being mobile is a shlep
Got the mobile from the sweat shop
So I can't be talking like a mensch
Not when little kids prolly lost their hands for it
So I could post dumb Tweets that nobody wanna see
And honestly, what your seeing that ain't even really me
So don't peep
I'm a greaseball
Im a wolf in yeshivishe clothing
People prolly don't think that I'm holding, but I'm holding
Trust me bochurim you don't ever wanna owe me
You don't wanna run into the old me
Name's Almoni, but all of y'all know me
Anti Roe V.
At two weeks old they already got a soul, so no
Why we gotta argue anymore
I'm just happy that the Lord wasn't looking to abort
Cup in my hand doing things to the kop in my head
So please someone just point me to the bed
Sick to my stomach with Mishpachah magazines I don't read
Why we tryna be the N.J.C.
If you gotta vort just put in a sefer like we used to
Like we used to
'Cause that's what Jews do
Here let me help you
Reap the whirlwind
C'mon over here and let me help you
Reap the whirlwind