Archive for December, 2009
Rabbi’s Delight
Come up to my crib, ya’ll
And don’t forget yo’ bib, ya’ll
‘Cuz we gon’ eat some bay-galls
And crumbs gon’ straight be sprayed all
Over yo’ baby da-ddy
And in yo’ momma’s Ca-ddy
Yo’ gramps be gettin’ mad, G
Cuz’ crumbs stick to his plaid, see?
Now when I eat my bagel I be eatin’ da’ whole thing, yo So don’t be try’n ta’ jack me Esse just cuz’ I’m a gringo The shorties like the sweet ones and the old folks like the wheats But any kinds-a bagels are the kinds I’s likes ta’ eats
Some suckas like a sticky bun (bun) And toast-eatas can eat my gun (gun) You think yo’ gold chain weighs a ton (ton?) My bagel’s all blinged out with uhn (yun!)
My baby’s got Gucci, but my bagel’s got onions, My baby’s got chronic, but my bagel’s got onions, My baby’s got babies, but my bagel’s got onions, My baby’s got herpes.
Now when I eat my bagel I be eatin’ da’ whole thing, yo So don’t be try’n ta’ jack me Esse just cuz’ I’m a gringo The shorties like the sweet ones and the old folks like the wheats But any kinds-a bagels are the kinds I’s likes ta’ eats
Some suckas like a sticky bun (bun) And toast-eatas can eat my gun (gun) You think yo’ gold chain weighs a ton (ton?) My bagel’s all blinged out with uhn (yun!)
My baby’s got Gucci, but my bagel’s got onions, My baby’s got chronic, but my bagel’s got onions, My baby’s got babies, but my bagel’s got onions, My baby’s got herpes.
04
12 2009
Why I’m Staring Suspiciously at an Appliance
The streetlamp went out, right when I crossed
My laptop froze up, and my work was lost
I just need this bagel, toasted with cheese
Why must tragic things always come in threes?
