Come Chill with the T's

For many of you who may wonder

of a Thamby conspiracy up yonder,

To Halaalify your food,

and Shariah coat your hood.

To occupy the East,

and spread a Buriyani feast.

We like our beef curry,

and are never in a hurry.

Yes, our manhood tells stories,

but no need to bring any worries.

We have the right of four,

one behind each door.

Children are our pension,

so please dont preach retention.

We pray, we fast and pay Zakat,

we dont give much of a fart.

For those who try to meddle,

and spew venom and trouble.

So for the Bee's are stirring the pot,

I say, come on over, lets chill the crap out.

And through each passing day,

Pass the Watalapam, this way,

please!