Verse 1
Reporting live from the gutter I could cut you into slices with my knife motherfucker I could cut you into pieces using My pizza cutter. Woah, You's a dime, did I stutter? Oh, you got the dough girl, you got the cheese Yeah you got the dough, you gon' Make me kneed You got me low, prayin’ on my knees Now bring it to me, delivery You're thicker than a deep dish You gon’ make me pescetarion, eat fish Been tellin' me? that you all I ever need? Should've listened to you sooner like a leaked mix I know, might come off a bit cheesy but I been thinking bout you every night All them other girls I've been weeding out I just need you now in my life Got them hot toppings, there's no stopping me raining on you tonight That's the forecast It's 420 in here so take shelter it'll be alright damn
Verse 2 (Brian)
Reporting live from the kitchen, I could rip you into stitches with my sickest flow and diction, I'll get vicious and then mix you into my pizza fixins, Yo! You're finger lickin, did you listen? So how much will it cost me for you saucy pizza toppings? You're thinking you're gonna stop me, I'm filling them ovens up like Nazis. Grazi! More global than Hitachi, Federales tried to watch me, I'm to fast, they couldn't clock me. So what's the features of you pizza? Is it some pre-made, looping on replay, making a delay before I eat ya? Or maybe just some gourmet form of foreplay for my speakers? Or maybe, oh just maybe baby, grins like Mona Lisa? Whatever the classification might be, it's heaven to blast in you face like a sneeze, I'm clever so pass me the bass and the cheese, and let's then ask for a taste of my steeze, A lesson from back in the day in my dreams, I'd let them attack and then make them believe, Then shred them and bed them, they're dead when this brethren's exceptional assassination completes!
Verse 3
Somebody once told me you can't make everyone happy you're not pizza Bitch I am pizza What you think, you aren't what you eat? I eat dough, sauce and cheese Perfectly baked at four twenty degrees. Im tired of taking bullshit Whether people or other food, be the culprit These days, I'm more selective, not infected by the mindsets they endorsing Ima cut them off like a foreskin Talking bout taking it back to my roots Way way back to my youth When chuck e cheese was like a prophet that delivered the truth Back when my future was brighter than the lights in my shoes Consuming pizza not news "Ey yo, weeds finally legalized": Not pizza "You ever had chilli on fries?": Not pizza "Hi, my names Claire": Not nice to meet ya Yal' bringin me down, I'm only down with pizza.