[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]