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Yo, I been watching the playoffs, (yeah) Papa John's commercials Papa John's is looking pretty good, man Dominos is even lookin okay, on TV It looks better than the game They got the Buger King, the Bacon King, yo Shit got fourty one pieces of bacon on that Not enough It's a gone insane thing, you wouldn't understand I never stay the same long enough to build my brand Turned on the radio to listen to a little rap All that seemed to play was 'Mary Had a Little Lamb' Got a budget, went on Instagram to post some ads Something bout seeing that 'Sponsored' just felt super wack So now the budget's sitting there collecting dust If anybody's got ideas, feel free to interrupt Yo, I'm nervous that I've said too much Involvement with my promo budget ruins my mystique Something like that shouldn't matter 'cause my shit is tough But unfortunately most of y'all are fuckin' dweebs Songtexte I think this site reviewed my record off the snippets It figures that on Twitter that's the one that captures interest I swear these sites will give a job to any doofus Dont need to say they name, cats is fuckin' useless I wanna eat pizza and burgers all day but I'd get fat Pizza and burgers all day but I'd get fat I wanna eat pizza and burgers all day but I'd get fat Pizza and burgers all day but I'd get fat Clan leaders, sit around canned peaches Divas who never scanned off-brand Cheez-Its Lost lambs in a sea of pleasant facial features Hope you also plan to celebrate the rejects Even though I know to never let a heckler penetrate the defense I'm aware there's entertainment in the weakness I also know I'm fortunate to even be allowed the inconvenience So don't mistake the floundering for doubting of allegiance He can doubt his own resilience in the hour of screaming Vizslas(?) Who distract him from the bounty on his demons Even if I'm Shakespeare on paper, in person I'm Beavis Homie they don't make a Jesus that fits into what he preaches Or walk how he do Wait 'til it's dark, and walk out the zoo Halfway to 'who the fuck knows?' by two Giving you the broke-winged crows' eye view I wanna eat pizza and burgers all day but I'd get fat Pizza and burgers all day but I'd get fat I wanna eat pizza and burgers all day but I'd get fat Pizza and burgers all day but I'd get fat If I knew for a fact tomorrow I would die I'd eat burgers and fries and pepperoni pies I still might die tomorrow but don't know But wanna be lean, so eatin' apples like a mofo Yo, then I'm doin' it again The problem ain't the dyin', it's just the not knowin' when With everybody bein' in debts(?) Wouldn't be surprised if bein' dead'd be a ten Ey, somedays I forget to not get stoned before my therapy Doctor said it wasn't fatal, mostly just embarassing Meh, talk about trials of the errant Every second at the pen is like a fire to the penant Every breath is alive with a dying message Letter to the editor inscribed in his weapon I ain't buyin' what they sellin' Just might climb into the vellum, tell 'em I wanna eat pizza and burgers all day but I'd get fat Pizza and burgers all day but I'd get fat I wanna eat pizza and burgers all day but I'd get fat Pizza and burgers all day but I'd get fat Aus Songtexte Mania