Pizza Cutter

Written by Douglas Firestein

I bet you’re workin’ up a hunger
After a long day of talking smack
Doing nothing for the community
You need to give a little something back

So I followed you home tonight
Right down that sucka lane
Waited outside your house
Now it’s time to serve some pain

I’m blessed with many gifts
Like my mama’s skin of dark brown
And the shiny little utensil
That my father passed down

(DING DONG)
Answer the door
It’s pizza delivery
Straight from the store
(DING DONG)
I know you’re in there
Doorbells don’t stutter
I’m gonna cut off your head with

Dad’s … Pizza … Cutter

(Ooh, ooh)
(Dad’s pizza cutter)

So you didn’t answer the call
Now I’m really getting upset
You gambled on your life
And I wouldn’t take that bet

I’m hiding in the green bush
Sitting outside your front door
Waiting for you to walk in
To antagonize you some more

I’m blessed with many gifts
Like my mama’s skin of dark brown
And the shiny little utensil
That my father passed down

(DING DONG)
Answer the door
It’s pizza delivery
Straight from the store
(DING DONG)
I know you’re in there
Doorbells don’t stutter
I’m gonna cut off your head with

Dad’s … Pizza … Cutter

(Ooh, ooh)
(Dad’s pizza cutter)

(Pizza)
(Pizza cutter)
Yes I’m talkin’ about that
(Pizza)
(Pizza cutter)
Gonna slice you up with that
(Pizza)
(Pizza cutter)