In the dead of night, I'm behind enemy lines
The mission, should I accept: get in and grab the prize
The intel classified, only for kosher eyes
I keep my kippah tight, get caught and they'll deny
Procurement onsite, be ready for a fight
Night vision, watch your step, don't cross the trip wires
Look out, hide, you got Sayeret coming by
PP7 to the head, I take 'em out silent like (Rebuild that temple)
Oy vey, what a mess I made
Stealth kill while I cry in pain
I'm bunny hopping on this rabbi's brain
Press F, Pay respects now (What a shame)
EMP, shut it down, perfect dark, going loud
CQC, take 'em out, light 'em up, (Tango down)
Judo chop, make 'em drop, double tap, crackle, pop
Laptop gun'll make 'em pick you up with a mop
Grab the lot, make it quick, fill my cup, take a sip
Nice and hot, from the tit, double shot, it's legit
Milky milky, smooth and silky, mummy gimme booba bitty
Yummy titty, do it, fill me up until it fucking kills me
Oy vey, what a mess I made
Spilled milk'll make me cry in pain
I'll be frank, your chest fruit is strange
'Cause nothing else'll make me feel this way
Not a single thing on the chosen's planet
Would I place above those beloved mammaries
Even the biggest hater will stop and stammer, Damn her
Her milk's the only meal I plan for
From the first glimpse I was enamoured
I kept a journal and a photo by my bedside while at Stanford
Flawlessly she's filled with trad candor
High demand for everything she stands for, the gold standard!
And I don't care that your back is fucked (yeah)
I just want Ashkenazi jugs (that's right)
And I don't care that you've got a guy
From what I heard, he plays for the other side (he's gay)
And I don't care that you sing like shit (yeah)
I'm just here for those Semite tits (uh huh)
Fill me up, Give me a sip
Beddy byes, say goodnight, tuck me in and make a wish
Finally unwinding from hysteria, mania
Suckle 'til I buckle like a starving Transylvanian
Chase this bird more than Sylvester, there is no explaining it
Total psychosis controlling when I saw those veiny tits
But once I tasted this ambrosia, mentally I was sober
Humanity returned to me, thank G-d it's over
Now I'm touching grass like mowers, luckier than a clover
But even so sir, she still revs my motor
And I don't care that your back is fucked
I just want Ashkenazi jugs
And I don't care that you've got a guy
From what I heard, he plays for the other side
And I don't care that you sing like shit
I'm just here for those Semite tits
Fill me up, Give me a sip
Beddy byes, say goodnight, Tuck me in and make a wish