Pie To My Face
Pretty satisfying main course so far
Hope you saved room for dessert
Or should I say this dirt?
Here we are, you and I
I can see through your disguise
Funny like you got the jokes
Well, I tried your pie and I fucking choked
I know you're just actin' tough
Fake ass clowns ain't up to snuff
Well, I've had enough, fuck this guy
Well, that's no surprise, so take that fuckin' pie
And throw it in my face
Uh!
Let me taste the hate
I'm just sayin', there's a pile on the road
These pies are toast
Don't just stand there like a bitch
We all see that store-bought shit
Feel the tears swell in your eyes
That fucking pie is your demise
There's no point asking for help
Put that shit back on the shelf
You got nothing else, bozo bitch
No time for tricks, so take that pie and
Throw it in my face
Before you drop that shit
Stumble all around
Slippin' on the whip
Uh!
Fuck that store-bought crust
Uh!
Full-fat cream or bust
Naming it pie?
That's the funniest food here
There's nothing funny about these pies
I worked hard on them
Oh, I'm sorry 'cause by the end of the night
These pies are gonna be flying around the road
Who's hungry?
Pie to my face
Oh-oh-oh, Mr. Bones is gonna fuck these up
Hope you saved room for dessert
Or should I say this dirt?
Here we are, you and I
I can see through your disguise
Funny like you got the jokes
Well, I tried your pie and I fucking choked
I know you're just actin' tough
Fake ass clowns ain't up to snuff
Well, I've had enough, fuck this guy
Well, that's no surprise, so take that fuckin' pie
And throw it in my face
Uh!
Let me taste the hate
I'm just sayin', there's a pile on the road
These pies are toast
Don't just stand there like a bitch
We all see that store-bought shit
Feel the tears swell in your eyes
That fucking pie is your demise
There's no point asking for help
Put that shit back on the shelf
You got nothing else, bozo bitch
No time for tricks, so take that pie and
Throw it in my face
Before you drop that shit
Stumble all around
Slippin' on the whip
Uh!
Fuck that store-bought crust
Uh!
Full-fat cream or bust
Naming it pie?
That's the funniest food here
There's nothing funny about these pies
I worked hard on them
Oh, I'm sorry 'cause by the end of the night
These pies are gonna be flying around the road
Who's hungry?
Pie to my face
Oh-oh-oh, Mr. Bones is gonna fuck these up
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Writer(s): Max Scott
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