One from my old neighborhood in Brooklyn:

"Vhen der putz shtet, licht der sechel in drerd," which translates as:
"When the prick stands up,, the brains get buried in the ground."

Ntra la porta tua lu sangu � sparsu,
E nun me mporta si ce muoru accisu...
E s'iddu muoru e vaju mparadisu
Si nun ce truovo a ttia, mancu ce trasu.