Delicious pizza. (the elements.)

[Verse 1]
Coupons, I got coupons; discounts, I got discounts
The delivery driver call me pizza boy., and yo’ girl call me Big Mouth
Either way, I stay eatin’; she taste like a Cinnapie
And if my name ain’t in her mouth, then you can guarantee that it’s in her mind
Pizza Hut ain’t no friend of mine, I don’t associate with that second rate
Her panties got left over, now she back for that second taste
Mmm-mmm. Celebrate; told her come by around dinner time
She popped that thang like a Sprite can; my flow be so lemon-lime
Shout out K1ng Eljay, that’s bruh-bruh ‘til the crust gone
You should give me all them beats that Melvin Burch won't cuss on
Cause bitch, I gets down like low serotonin
Bitch, I got heart; Bret, Jim, and Owen
I’m the 7-time champ of the melancholy rap league
Ho, I’m in my pocket, you're like lint tryina’ sack me
True blue boy, I guess you could say I’m crippled
Emotionally handicapped, but I’m never fickle

That’s the order

[Hook]
Don't know what I'm singin' 'bout, but...
Don't know what I'm singin' 'bout, but...
Don't know what I'm singin' 'bout, but...
Don't know what I'm singin' 'bout, but...

[Verse 2]
Eatin' Tuscan Six-Cheese pizza, Cherry Limeade
On a Sunday evening, thinkin' 'bout a Friday
Don’t know how I’ll make it, but I’ll make it, that’s on Papa
Word to John, if you trip? In the car, he got the chopper
So don’t try me, I’m grimy, I’ll blow a hater to oblivion
Heater give your crew blood baths; obsidian
Delivering to any hood, any time
If you’re hungry for a problem, hit the line, and you can dine
But yo’ girl want that sausage, always got her mouth wide
Always got somebody in her like the In-N-Out line
Overrated; but I admit, she still my favorite
‘Cause I never have to tip her, she already know my payment
And she know the way I like it: fresh and warm
Light on the sauciness; she don’t talk back no more
She love me ‘cause I’m real, I trained her to hate fakers
Making bread left and right, that’s that Kay Panabaker

Ungh

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Chase the Red Bull with water, I am Deadpool and Potter
I'm the hero in my story, and I know it, so don't bother tryin' trick me
Leave me or lick me, you've got two options
My girl look Emma Watson; yo’ girl look like Hopsin
Fuckboy, quit jockin’, when I’m rappin’, ain’t nada wack
Post-performance at a jazz club: I gotta snap
‘Cause that praise shit? I don’t get a lot of that
And to tell the truth, Emma Watson never hollered back
I’m an escapist; this is my greatest act
If I wasn’t living ‘cause of fiction, I would make it fact
It’s the journey, not the fucking destination
Everybody chasin' bullshit; empty chicks with full tits
Twitter follows, Instagram likes, promotions, Gamerscores, and achievements
Bitch, I don’t believe shit but this damn slice that's in front of my face, this damn bed where I lay, and this damn song I created

And that's the order

[Hook]