P-I-Z-Z-A P-AR-T-Y
If you got a blunt then we can get high
If you wanna come then pick up the phone
Don’t get caught with a wack calzone [x2]
Hey yo Tony where’d you get that fresh pepperoni
Your toppings are ill but your cheese is hole-y
Only order one slice when you’re feeling lonely
Cos the sausage tastes like stale bologna
Still better than nothin’, you’re feelin’ alright
You know my girl eats her pizza with a diet sprite
Order garlic knots, and she’ll stay the night
Getting crazy with the spinach when my pie is white
In France they eat pizza like ‘oh mon dieu
C’est la plus belle pizza que j’ai jamais vu
Le fromage est frais, c’est vraiment mieux
Que le dernier film de Gérard Depardieu
Yo fuck that I don’t eat my pizza with brie
Or escargot
Or duck confit
A hot slice in my hands, no cutlery
At the P-I-Z-Z-A party
P-I-Z-Z-A P-AR-T-Y
If you got a blunt then we can get high
If you wanna come then pick up the phone
Don’t get caught with a wack calzone [2x]
Man if you don’t know by now, don’t bother to question
Cos I’m too damn stoned and I lost my direction
Wait a minute [what up]
I got a make a correction
I’m at the pizza party, and I’m eatin’ hearty
“It could be mighty meaty or with havarti
Man I don’t want no ziti or chicken parm
I’m-a heat up this slice like Don Giovanni
Cold pizza in the morning never did no harm
For that hangover son, it works like a charm
So if it ain’t in a box, it ain’t on my table
I can say it in German as best as I’m able
“Lass uns gemütlich zusammen sitzen”
Let’s get together for some good pizza eatin’
And you can leave your wallet cos I am treatin’
But B-Y-O-B, cos man, I ain’t treatin’
At the P-I-Z-Z-A P-AR-T-Y
If you got a blunt then we can get high
If you wanna come then pick up the phone
Don’t get caught with a wack calzone [2x]
Now here is a story that must be told
About two hot pizzas that got mad cold
Cos I don’t eat Foges, I won’t touch Elio’s
Wacker than a girl who says ‘what the dealio’
It’s not delivery, it’s L’Homme Run
So don’t touch my plate ‘til I’m done
I move oregano by the ton
Cos you know the factory is number one
Now the year’s ’94 and my trunk is closed
In my rearview mirror, motherfucking Domino’s
I’m just drivin’, within the legal limit
Pizza boy gotta move two pies in twenty minutes
I try to pull over, but not in time
I get hit from the back, but I’m still fine
Pizza boy was bleedin’ – shard of glass in his head
I straight jacked his pizzas and left him for dead
—clatter, voices—
[What….whaaaaat]
How’m I supposed to cut with this plastic cutlery
Pizza supreme and you know I got the dream
Like the breadsticks and the way you lick your lips
When I say consumption now I don’t want to eat later
When I say destruction now I don’t want no peace, hater
Madame?
I want to wrap you up in, carnal embrace
Let’s face the fact, it’s true, I’ve got no romantic garden
Call me rather render cinderblock shit how hard
And then compassion how
I work for passion now
Today you know my face but tomorrow I’ll displace
Into a more socially accepted workplace
Color sublimation, let Freud take vacation
And then bring him back, smokin’ fat Haitians
Sit him on my couch, prop him so he don’t slouch
Alienated man, stand don’t crouch
And then ask ‘biiitch, why the fuuuck
Are you such a pessimist’
That’s the real opiate
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