Drilling new holes in my belt I’m getting thinner
Praying someone’s mom will take us for dinner
You know, maybe one of those all you can eat
Or just take a multivitamin and go back to sleep
Fuck it, I’ll run it on the empty tank
12k loan and i’m still at the food bank
Accepting all donations
Just leave your name and number so I’ll know who to thank

Foraging around this industrial wasteland
IV drip and the medical wristband
Testing my limits on how much I can withstand
Fasting so hard like I converted to Islam

Forgeting that she’s someone’s daughter
As I order staff side, glass of water
I’d love to tip but I’ve got nothing left
The university gods are the first to take their pound of flesh
Can you put this in a take out box
And you know that one scene from reservoir dogs
Yeah, how much that movie cost me though
I should send a bill to Tarantino

Now I’ve climbed up to this lower middle class and
Coming up with three squares is such a pain in the ass
My moral ground is getting a bit lax
Now it’s automatic tip on top of the tax

Noticing the paint at the back of my kitchen cupboards
Story of a modern day Mother Hubbard
Mouths to feed
Mac n cheese
I’m on my knees
Will you just fucking eat it please

My stomaches really aching though
You know I should be shakin bakin yo
I don’t really wanna eat it though
Stick it back in the fridge and pass the mic to the professional
My stomaches really aching though
You know I should be shakin bakin yo
I don’t really wanna eat it though
Stick it back in the fridge and pass the mic to the professional

Hey how you doing
It’s nice to meet ya
Just wait a minute
And we can seat ya
It is a pleasure to try and treat ya
Now let me spin you
A fucking pizza

Back in the kitchen they dishing out fish n’ chicken
Food so delicious that bitches be finger licking we got
We got em spicy hot dishes
We got em hot lava kiss
So bring the kids and the missus and we won’t diss em
But come back out to the front
Where I’m making the party bump
I’m sending dough through the air
I’m spitting lyrical stunts
Not letting this fire that
No not while I’m still alive
I’m turning all these fucking toppings into award winning pies
I take double zero flour put it into the bowl
Mix in the yeast and water gives it flavour texture and soul
Add in that salt and oil now my homies ready to roll
Let it sit in the fridge two days it needs to be cold
Into the heat of the over a couple more trees i’m shoving
And it’s not mystery why I’m the one receives all the love
Watching that crust golden brown
I’m wearing my golden crown
And I’m the motherfucking king of pizza in this fucking town

(We gonna make that pizza)
My stomaches really aching though
(We gonna make that pizza)
You know I should be shakin bakin yo
(We gonna make that pizza)
I don’t really wanna eat it though
(We gonna make that pizza)
Stick it back in the fridge and pass the mic to the professional

How can I go back to the beans and rice
Tearing out my hair thinking bout the next slice
Seeking professional nutrition advice
I’m still outta money so I’m picking up the knife
Don’t mess with my flatbread consumption ability
The taste has affected my mental stability
How can I describe the power the pizza has given me
A certain virility
Walkin the streets
I simply cannot defeat
The craving for cured meats
The smell of fermented yeast
The texture of the fresh cheese
The voice in my head chanting
Eat

(We gonna make that pizza)
(We gonna make that pizza)
My stomaches really aching though
(We gonna make that pizza)
You know I should be shakin bakin yo
(We gonna make that pizza)
I don’t really wanna eat it though
(We gonna make that pizza)
Stick it back in the fridge and pass the mic to the professional
(We gonna make that pizza)
(We gonna make that pizza)
(We gonna make that pizza)
(We gonna make that pizza)
(We gonna make that pizza)
(We gonna make that pizza)
(We gonna make that pizza)
(We gonna make that pizza)