For the Streets - Necro

Shout out to Bobi, my grandmother was gangsta, rest in peace

Holocaust survivor, her brother got killed by the nazis

Grew up with convicts, chicken noodle soup in the projects

Uncle Howie caught up with crack bundles and sharp objects

Eating potato latkes and chocolate matzo

Shtupping khazas on weekends cause it’s a mitzvah to fuck on shabbes

My pops was in The Six-Day War

He came to New York with a military mentality, very hardcore

Bumpin Haim Moshe ballads, but quick to flip out like he’ll chop you into

pieces like Israeli salad

Necro Rashi, dropping Gemorra kosher acid

The shit I compose is holy like baby Moses in the basket

Adana kebab’s like manna, militant like Kahane

L’chaim, but death before dishonor

Break away challah, the rebbetzin rep shit like Manischewitz and kabbalah

You little fuckin' nebbish

B’shvil haschunot — Hakol sababa

B’shvil haschunot — Anachno makhzikim rovim g’dolim

B’shvil haschunot — Anachno nigrom lakhem lamut

B’shvil haschunot — Al titasku itanu

I got chutzpah, from schmates to gelt

From Jews to goyim, my shit is felt like gefilte fish that smells

Vos machst du?

Fuck with me and I’ll chop you

Cause I’m a mensch with strength, my shit’s hot like shawarma and falafel

You fucking feygele, I stick a knife deep in your neck

Why don’t you go suck a schmeckel and eat dreck

Jiddisch ain’t the only language I know to abuse ya

I know others, you puta, suka, sharmoota

Shpritz with biscuits, mushin ya

Stabbing you in your kishkes till you’re pieces of fleishig, cause we’re

meshuggener

Bubala, fucking with me is unsafe, cause I’m trife like a meal that’s traif

Holding a knife to a schlemiel’s face

I stay dipped like sabra hummus, you alter kocker kiss my tokhes

Chaim Yankel studied my brukhes

We’re famous bohemias, we say shalom aleichum

Then leave you bleeding blood the same color that khreyn is

P. S. MAD props 2 Andreas HD for adding & explaining the full lyrics