Lyrics PIZZA HUT MYSTERIOUS CALL - Sped Up - 919slum

Brain dead, I'm brain dead
I'm still alive after all the meds
Until I drop, that's a hard flex
What? (Aye) yuh, what?
919SLUM back at it again with a new vandalism charge
Aye

As soon as I get out of bed
I can't have peace, my nose is bleedin'
I'm the type to nuke your house
With a big button for no reason
Sneak inside the crib with beams
And preach to you just like a deacon, bro
"Who are you?" I don't know
Band snap made me cynical

Pyro mask is on me while I commit crimes that I can't describe
I can't beef with you, lil' bro, you were born in 2009
That boy tried to lil' bro me, I told that buster that he should die
No regrets for what I said, matter fact I'll say it twice

Band for band, lil' bro, I'm losing but I don't care
Came from the southeast, you can call it downstairs
I'm everywhere, everywhere that you don't care
Under your skin is the kid with the bowl hair
You can talk all that, lil' bro, I don't care
You can talk tough raps, lil' bro, I don't care

Call me A to the Z, 'cause I am ascending
I got ghosts in my house, got blood on my jeans
Water on the street, oil stained bleach
919SLUM gotta be the best on a beat
She ain't thick, she is just obese
Fourth Eye Records, young gold beast
Straight from the east, USA made
Comin' out the cut with the OTF blade

Mane, you ain't know that I'm fuelled by hate
Ain't nobody wanna see me where I am today
Yeah, they talkin' crazy but you know I ain't afraid
People talk of death 'til their maw decays
Tryna text and call while she bawlin' "Aye"
"Cryin' really scares me but I hope you are okay"
Hung up the phone, got blocked same day
Shrug it off quick 'cause I shine bright like a ray

Oh yo
Pizza Hut is calling right now
I'm probably not gonna pick up
I don't know how Pizza Hut would even have the facilities
To FaceTime call me
And it's 3:11 A.M., Pizza Hut isn't even open right now
I'm really startin' to think that this is not a real Pizza Hut number

As soon as I get out of bed
I can't have peace, my nose is bleedin'
I'm the type to nuke your house
With a big button for no reason
Sneak inside the crib with beams
And preach to you just like a deacon, bro
"Who are you?" I don't know
Band snap made me cynical

Pyro mask is on me while I commit crimes that I can't describe
I can't beef with you, lil' bro, you were born in 2009
That boy tried to lil' bro me, I told that buster that he should die
No regrets for what I said, matter fact I'll say it twice

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