At the Noraebang
I killed them at the Noraebang last night. No, not like I normally do (I forgot my piano wire). I got tired of doing my Sinatra routine, so I put on a ripped T-shirt and rolled up the sleeves to show off my guns...no, not the SiG-Sauers -- my arms! I have been working out. Yes...I was the Boss! Even had the curly hair for it.
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a shovel in my hand
Sent me off to till the land
Gotta be a monaeki man
I was BORN in the DPRK! BORN in the DPRK!
Monaeki = Rice transplanting