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MC Chris

Pizza Butt

 

Pizza Butt

(album: Mc Chris Is Dead - 2008)


I got the jam. The jam that make you go to work.
Work! Work! Now work that pizza butt!
I got the jam. The jam that make you go to work.
Work! Work! Now woooaahh ah-ah-ah-ah-ah...

It's so hot. Burn your mouth.
Scar tissue. Make you go “ow!”
Cheese must cool and congeal.
Slice with a coke is a no joke meal.
It's a quick bite that can't be beat.
It's a pie chart that you can eat.
It's a done deal if you don't delete,
so bust the calories with the pizza beat.
No oregano bits in your pretty little smile.
Not even garlic bread. No Chi-town style.
Gonna split your threads. You don't moderate.
You're breaking in your 'fridge like its Watergate.
You're bulimic come the weekends. You would seek a pizza beacon.
Your actions speak of atkins but you're cheating when you're eating.
An emotional abortion, you're divorced from delivery.
Little league or literally some Italy wildebeest.
So begin now you're the winner in your motorized cart.
It's game over: roller coaster with your oversized parts.
In denial, it'll be awhile. You act now and submit.
I cut the crust off pizza butts and lift them titanic tits! Aaaaaawww...

I got the jam. The jam that make you go
to work. (work work, now work that pizza butt)
I got the jam. The jam that make you go
to work. (work work, now work that pizza butt)
I got the jam. The jam that make you go
to work. (work work, now work that pizza butt)
I got the jam. The jam that make you go
to work. (work work, now work that pizza butt)

You need help, I'm that guy
Saying, "hey lady, put down that pie!"
you're so fat you eat cars
totally in love with your Wolverine scars
some say Polo stole it from China
some say your stomach ate your vagina
is it delivery? no, it's DiGiornno
let's microwave it and put in a porno

can't beat it. wouldn't see'em eat it
can't miss me because it's so crispy
but you need to backtrack
'cuz they're givin helicopter tours of your asscrack

you got grease soaked up
but you're puking in a bucket
send a deep dish home
bring it with a tip home with the mush top
parents kinda like it with the BJ pepporcinis
you only got one piece but went back cause you need it

you need to slow down when you mow down
get your ass hypnotized
it's a big boy breakfast buffet
not a kids slip-n-slide
pummel two pies for one price
but those cards can't get cost
it's parker brothers pizza party
drops off like it's hot.

I got the jam. The jam that make you go
to work. (work work, now work that pizza butt)
I got the jam. The jam that make you go
to work. (work work, now work that pizza butt)
I got the jam. The jam that make you go
to work. (work work, now work that pizza butt)
I got the jam. The jam that make you go
to work. (work work, now work that pizza butt)

done

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