Leigh Royal Purser F.
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[Verse 1 – slow, melodic]
Yeah… Pie Hole, yeah
Tryna kick me out, yeah
Preachin’ ‘bout love, preachin’ ‘bout trust
But your slices just rot… I can’t eat that crust
You let a homeless soul sleep, yeah, you let ’em stay
But I got a home… still you tryna chase me away
All your talk ‘bout acceptance, all your talk ‘bout smiles
Fades in the dark… like your crust in the aisle
[Pre-Hook – slightly drawn-out, bitter]
Messenger pizza, yeah… that’s the real deal
Your slices flop hard… they ain’t got no appeal
I came in civil, tried to talk it through
But you raised your walls… what the hell I gotta do?
[Hook – melodic, lingering, almost sung]
Pie Hole… yeah… yeah
I got a home… you let ’em roam
Pie Hole… yeah… yeah
Your pizza slices… ain’t never grown
[Verse 2 – slower, more bitter]
All your diversity talk, all your “open hearts”
Fake like your toppings… just fallin’ apart
I ain’t no stranger, I’m just speakin’ truth
Your oven can’t cook up… the rage in my youth
Hypocrisy dripping… all over your floors
You preach unity… but slam your doors
I ain’t beggin’… I ain’t broke
Just got the nerve to exist… now you tryna revoke
[Hook – repeat, sung softly]
Pie Hole… yeah… yeah
I got a home… you let ’em roam
Pie Hole… yeah… yeah
Your pizza slices… ain’t never grown
[Outro – soft, fading]
Pie Hole… Pie Hole…
I’ll remember your soul…
While Messenger slices… yeah… they never fold…