[Intro: KRM Grocery Manager]

Are you crazy?
Are you out of your mind?
Don't you understand what's going on out there?

[Verse 1]

Rosh Yeshivois taina that I'm bad for the avir, like a CFC
Rebbe on vacation i'm going out reckless (Reckle-less), no G&G
By the way, I go by the name of Young Rechnitz, almost forgot to say hi
And if you can't follow my train of thought, I don't blame you cuz' neither can I
Al kol ponim my passion is rapping, I got no zitz fliesh so my pants are baggy
And every other zman I was back in the gass like a jack in the box, I just stopped unpacking
First day of school my menahel tried to talk, he was like "Welcome back everybody- wait what's that stench though?", cross eyed Sefardi in the back with a trench coat, jotting lyrics down on my arm with a pencil
This beat is hot as yad soledes boi, when I picked it up I had to put it back down I almost burnt my hand I'm like "ooh it's hot"
People been waiting on me to release all these singles like BMG on erev tu-bishvat
But I knew I had your ear like Van Gogh's vaiber, since you heard that "Shalom-chikka-shalom shalom Greenspans here"

[Chorus]

My rebbe always said I'm an ois varf
He would slap me and call me a shoita
Misunderstood all my life it was so hard
Now I'm the GOAT, the yeshivishe Mozart
[Verse 2]

I'm back in this moisid, (Whoo!) I'm back in this moisid I'm packing, and when I say packing I don't mean to go to the Catskills, shoita
I stay with the strap like a lubab (ooh-ah!) [Gun cocking]
I keep one in the chamber like an evil poritz
So do not approach me if you do not- ahhh! Hold it, hold it [paper crumpling]
Anshuldigs, my trigger finger is killing I think I pulled it
Where was I? Nochamol [Rewinding sound]
Do not approach me if I do not know you, like "vos is dayn numan?", Assuming I'm friendly, cuz I'm not from Neuman's and I could go crazy, I'll go full behaimas
I aim and I shoot and I reload [machine gun sounds] I'm rolling with real life kanoi'm
And pashtus we can get it popping like Pashkez potato chips
Only two things that I fear is aibishter and tish

[Bridge / Chorus]

(Are you crazy?!?) Aha, Aha, so..... You rap music, aha I hear I hear
Call me crazy, call me a shoita
Still I'm the GOAT The Yeshivishe Mozart

[Verse 3]

I used to be a broke Yungerman, now I'm balling, but I ain't a Balhabos, never will be
Matter fact I might just drop a moisid on 7th, they say It's for the cheese but I do it for a 'Leben'
And I grada got a lotta yungerlite who gotta pay for baby bottles and It's not like they're the kav to prav and wear the Pradas that the Balleibattim bought them
Al-kol-ponim-v'oifen I'm one in a 'Toisen' (Whoo!)
Try to walk in my shoes, you're really gonna wanna try to run in my hoizen? You must be Chol Hamo'ed tripping
I fly a teef-kite
Bachurim been sleeping on me like I'm 2nd seder during soif zman
Now they're salty
Cuz' they see me on the mizrach vant
Atarah dripping like a mikvah towel, whot
[Outro]

You fat Balleibatim are not gonna learn, are you?
Mufga...
I see you Kuching!
I see you wishing I'd flub up
I just give you a k'nip on the cheek and wish you hatzlocha
Shoitas