K1ng Eljay - Refund. ('delicious pizza.' remix.) lyrics

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K1ng Eljay - Refund. ('delicious pizza.' remix.) lyrics

[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 s** 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 pa** the time Ma** appeal, but cheap as hell I'll spend your green, but keeping mine Who am I? I'm the black Peter Parker Hard to adjust to my penis 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 gra** 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***as Lyrical triggers I seize, then squeeze with ease Like the bu*tcheeks 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**) and see how I decline using peace; I'd rather flame your dumb a** 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 bu*ter 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**, b**h, I just rhyme words And you're right scurred' Because you know where the power lies f**boy, I empower lives I wouldn't and couldn't catch every last fade You tried to, now look at what your scary a** 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**h Your tail is just happy it stopped having to rest on your lips I snatched 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

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