Well ghazi the rat was no regular scrooge
He'd turn a blind eye to any honest notion
His grandaughters both have a matching moustache
And his nephews were dumb cunts, too
Now ghazi the rat is on the move
And he ain't paying up
His hideous children pick up the phone
And recycle his dishonesty
Then the mobsters called
I told them that their uncle's a cheapskate
And their fruit shop is f*cked
Did my mother's flyers cripple your image
It's not like you had much of an image to protect
Ripping off kids is not an honest living
And you f*cked with the wrong bread and butter
I gave the phone to dad
The mobsters started to get tense
They started to lose their cool
Haha, you guys are just a bunch of amateurs
You can't even afford to pay the f*cking milk bill
What a life for ghazi the rat
Forever running, forever hiding
And his fruit shop, it went to shit
Ghazi the rat, you lost this round