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