Lyrics

I got the jam. The jam that make you go to work. Work! Work! Now work that pizza butt! I got the jam. The jam that make you go to work. Work! Work! Now woooaahh ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... It's so hot. Burn your mouth. Scar tissue. Make you go "ow!" Cheese must cool and congeal. Slice with a coke is a no joke meal. It's a quick bite that can't be beat. It's a pie chart that you can eat. It's a done deal if you don't delete, So bust the calories with the pizza beat. No oregano bits in your pretty little smile. Not even garlic bread. No Chi-town style. Gonna split your threads. You don't moderate. You're breaking in your 'fridge like its Watergate. You're bulimic come the weekends. You would seek a pizza beacon. Your actions speak of atkins but you're cheating when you're eating. An emotional abortion, you're divorced from delivery. Little league or literally some Italy wildebeest. So begin now you're the winner in your motorized cart. It's game over: roller coaster with your oversized parts. In denial, it'll be awhile. You act now and submit. I cut the crust off pizza butts and lift them titanic tits! Aaaaaawww... I got the jam. The jam that make you go To work. (work work, now work that pizza butt) I got the jam. The jam that make you go To work. (work work, now work that pizza butt) I got the jam. The jam that make you go To work. (work work, now work that pizza butt) I got the jam. The jam that make you go To work. (work work, now work that pizza butt) You need help, I'm that guy Sayin', "hey lady, put down that pie!" You're so fat you eat cars Totally in love with your Wolverine scars Some say Polo stole it from China Some say your stomach ate your vagina Is it delivery? no, it's DiGiornno Let's microwave it and put in a porno Can't beat it. wouldn't see'em eat it Can't miss me because it's so crispy But you need to backtrack 'Cuz they're givin helicopter tours of your asscrack You got grease soaked up But you're puking in a bucket Send a deep dish home Bring it with a tip home with the mush top Parents kinda like it with the BJ pepporcinis You only got one piece but went back cause you need it You need to slow down when you mow down Get your ass hypnotized It's a big boy breakfast buffet Not a kids slip-n-slide Pummel two pies for one price But those cards can't get cost It's parker brothers pizza party Drops off like it's hot. I got the jam. The jam that make you go To work. (work work, now work that pizza butt) I got the jam. The jam that make you go To work. (work work, now work that pizza butt) I got the jam. The jam that make you go To work. (work work, now work that pizza butt) I got the jam. The jam that make you go To work. (work work, now work that pizza butt)
Writer(s): Christopher Ward, Andrew Futral Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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