Pizza Time E

This song is a war cry. Warning, new music may damage your ear drums And hurt your soul. DJ Smokey, triple six, bitch. My name tatted, yeah, fucking with me like he Said. I don't care about traffic, I'ma do a Hundred every day. And these pills talking, Ooh, sweeter than a piece of cake. Pop a pill, now I can't even feel my Face, yeah. People acting merrily, yeah, They don't look the same. Bang, bang, bang, all I know is pop the Bang, yeah. You caught a stain, Who put you on game, yeah? They call me Sad Soul, you call me Chains, Yeah. 'Cause this shit for fucking K roads, For the K, yeah. This is why I say Lame hoes are not the same, yeah. They tell that nigga Chain he not the same, Yeah. I told her I want the cone 'cause She lame, yeah. Get the fuck up out of My face 'fore you get faced, yeah. She love my dick, she say she like the Bass, yeah. I do this shit for you and Baby Tate. Holy shit. This everything right there, they replicate, yeah. I think I feel the whole world in hate, Yeah. I'm toasting on a plate of the hate, Yeah. These streets get toxic, you best not get Baited. A lot of things speak to time. Nigga slow like I'm off brilliant. She think she loyal, I don't even need her Now. Huh, yeah, jumping out the gym with my Beaters on. And My name tatted, yeah, fucking with me like he Said. I don't care about traffic, I'ma do a Hundred every day. And these pills talking, Ooh, you sweeter than a piece of cake. Pop a pill, now I can't even feel my Face, yeah. People acting merrily, they don't look The same, Bang, bang, bang, all I know is Pop the bang, yeah. You caught a stain, Who put you on game? Drugs, guns, Violence, and terrorism. We supply it for a good price.