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letra de refund. ('delicious pizza.' remix.) - pizza boy.

[verse 1: black peter parker]

pseudo…

i’m on the web, still weaving through your girl weave
the only time she succeed is when she order cheese…
pizza
and after that, she down to suck seed
bumping that beyoncé, baby, what you drinking?
(watermelon, get it?)
she spit those seeds out, but she swallow mine
and if she don’t, she gets that sweet on top like cinnapies
who am i?
i guess i’m the black peter parker
using my web to coat a rita ora, hold up
i ain’t tryna’ mess with her, though she got her mouth wide
and she got a crowd in her like an in-n-out line
overrated…
until you try to get wild
flip the menu and get served fast, animal style
who’s your favorite… mastermind, at wingstop to p-ss the time
m-ss appeal, but cheap as h-ll
i’ll spend your green, but keeping mine
who am i? i’m the black peter parker
hard to adjust to my p-n-s size, so i walk awkward
cargo pants hide the goods, i’m megan’s husband with nudes the way i stash it
(ayo, you good?)
punchlines hit like i’m rude as a cartman anecdote on ray rice is
omg, don’t disrespect, or you’ll get cut off-top; that’s that isis
i am… a monster, but i’m gucci, i’m so icy
i be chillin’ in an igloo with your ex, try to find me
ain’t no gr-ss around this tundra, wish a snake would crawl beside me
got this blade for reporters tryna’ spy me, that’s that isis, eh…
you better? how you figure?
i got the mindstate of an escort on strike, the way i ain’t playing with n-ggas
lyrical triggers i seize, then squeeze with ease
like the b-ttcheeks of my new personal chick
but who is even keeping up?
seems i do this all the time
i’m so civilly disobedient, clowning in my rhymes
til’ you try me (on some stupid sh-t) and see how i decline using peace; i’d rather flame your dumb -ss in a line

here’s your order…

[verse 2: pizza boy.]
i believe this slice could bring world peace
so i’ll save it; then borrow kanye’s necklace
i’m in hedonistic heaven, the gates are made of bread, and they’re slathered in b-tter and garlic and guarded by an pimple-faced teen saying it’s ironic, because he just carded you
and if his tip doesn’t clear, then he’s starving you
this time it’s necessary, or you’re in marvin’s room
i’m behind the gate, under 80 harlots who i told not to screw me, but instead, teach me how to be looser
to women, i’m a spaz and a loser
but i am so composed in this sci-fi shooter with the score tied
i’m kobe bryant with the scope alignment
4 shots; polarizing
make a body colder than beholder’s eyes when… framed by a white sheet, looking at my black skin
you only save me time being underneath
i’ll murder your clan; i’ll murder your team
the whole world is a professional gaming league
and i’m taking back control of the sliders
‘cause i don’t actually k!ll, b-tch, i just rhyme words
and you’re right scurred’
because you know where the power lies
f-ckboy, i empower lives
i wouldn’t and couldn’t catch every last fade
you tried to, now look at what your scary -ss made
a scrawny little monster; crazed, unafraid
charging at your officers with rage on a page
and you are unarmed in this battle of wits
yes, i’m cheesy, ugly, fragile, a kid
you have to feel dumb, dog, check your waggle, you b-tch
your tail is just happy it stopped having to rest on your lips
i sn-tched your head out of its way, chopped it up into bits, and stuffed it into the crust of the slice i saved

dig in. yeah, that’s an order

- pizza boy

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