Nitpicking

I'm just sitting here, thinking about life
How the dick am I supposed to go right Through it without strife?
But the number one question that I have for The gods
Is what's the big idea behind the plastic shit In pasta?
Every time I sink my teeth into spaghetti
I say, "woah, didn't know my tinker toy Pickup was ready"
Focus up
Fuck me up
Make a bowl of macaroni
But that shit is way too phony
Shoulda ate some pepperonis!

I'm in a plastic wrap loop
Someone end it by making real food
Two scoops of tomato sauce
And the fingernails of my boss

That shit killed my mom
27 Times and it made me incapable
Of coming up with a new rhyme
Every time I see a box of
Macaroni, I convulse on the
Floor thinking my name is Tony
Like really
My dog is dead because I was angry
That there were little tiny specks
Inside my pot like it was gravy
I know it's not a very big deal
But if I see it again, I'm gonna marry A seal

It's leftover starch and shit
Doesn't mean I like it one bit
I would rather shove shards of glass
Up my flaming arse



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Writer(s): Josh Zills
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