We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

hot​-​n​-​ready: vol. 1.

by pizza boy.

/

  • Streaming + Download

    Purchasable with gift card

     

1.
this is a mixtape intro. 02:09
download
2.
you gon' die today. 03:28
lyrics
download
[Hook] “You gon’ die today!” Hope so, but people lie to me, so I really don’t know All I’m tryina’ do is lay six feet deep with the beat on repeat as the earthworms eat [Verse 1] Oh, yeah, it’s about time Let your backbone slip ‘til it hits that pine Going back to the box; cradle to the grave Wet Mother Earth can’t wait for the way it feels when I’m inside, like, six feet deep Sheets getting soaked at the ghostly parade as she rains on us; no shame on us We been waiting to die for, like, eight summers Shit, ready to go from the first breath A suicidal teen wondering what would hurt less ‘Cause I ain’t hardcore, and why would I want more? Um, pain, that is? Why do you think I sit atop of this ledge, nodding my head, writing this rap? Despite cheesing often, I know a mouse trap when I see one, and such is life And if you agree? Then, fuck, good night ‘Cause: [Hook] [Verse 2] Ain’t no more point in talking, and you know it Go on and quit telling, get to showing But this ain’t proving Fuck ‘em, you're just moving to the beat of your own drumming heart that lead you to leap So cease the second guessing and enjoy the solo Final fucking one ‘cause your name ain’t Pogo or Toto Look, dawg, this is the situation; you did the contemplation; it’s over for you There’s nothing more to life Head towards the light or head towards the dark -- whatever you find smart I heard each place got a buffet, but only one got ice cream on Sundays, so I don’t know Make of that what you will Really, I just hope I see Uncle Phil Dad, don’t worry about the funeral cost Papa John said he would foot the bill [Hook]
3.
slices on the boards. 01:58
lyrics
download
[Verse] Heads-up, they point-shave, I sandbag This shit ain’t never added up, do the damn math My status ain’t matching my talent I should be laughing with Fallon about going jet skiing with Khaled Like: “I almost drowned! He was busy spouting catchphrases!” Instead, I’m wondering where the YesJulz sex tape is Tryina’ sneak a nut, parents in the other room Hope the cord stay in, she sounding like a Hummer do I dig it, though; you looking at the Creep God It ain’t luck how I snap with the beat odd I need foreign stimuli, foreign women in a ride from a foreign land; Xzibit should hit the line Yeah, I put raps in your rap This shit too dope, can't wipe it, feel the crack itch You need pizza like a 10th grade teacher End of the year party, they're fucking under the bleachers Kids these days too jaded for public speakers Unless you count the rapper who’s killing the fucking leader Behold, the takeover; off your regime Listen close, hear the king’s shit slosh in his jeans Shook He's praying for better skies I’m in between the seams, where aesthetic never fly The queen say she wetter; the cat never dry Curious; if the girl dying, let her die … pizza -- I put the order in the oven They wanted brag rap, oh yes, you gotta love it There’s no better subject for getting to that Krispy Kreme fresh off the line, my slime, let’s get a dozen Fuck it; we can print the dough our damn selves Better recipe, new currency, can’t fail Haters will say it’s Photoshopped, but can’t tell Get murked or help sort the fan mail
4.
pizza's favorite pizza. (skit #1.) 02:03
download
5.
brick oven. 03:31
lyrics
download
[Verse] In and out; I don’t hang around I ain’t here to rap, I’m here to make sounds Caveman flow; bit from A-Town *nonsense* (Whatcha’ say, now?) Bitch, don’t act like you don’t know Turn the whole damn world to The You Don’t Show Saying you "don’t like that" and you "don’t like this" You don’t gotta take offense ‘cause I won’t give a shit But since you do, I’ll give yo’ ass a reason Story time; let me tell you what I was dreaming last night Had a flashlight up my ass; shone out my mouth and served as a beacon for all the transpeople to come and skeet in Swallowed that shit like pride and Cheese Whiz Woke up then went back to sleep and dreamt I had a sis to go Crimson Peak with Ask about me, I been indecent Ain’t shit new; I make hips move on the libertines Got the groove for the sickos Suck my own dick in the back of the limo Scared of what this music might do to the kiddos But when I start rapping, they all scream “Ditto!” “Beats me, nigga,” said the sado slave master Came then proclaimed black lives ain’t matter Shit Well, fuck Now he's talking about he wanna be a cuck Well, this dick ain’t free; shawty wanna ride, this young buck gon’ need young bucks Broke boy fresh; look, don’t touch This ain’t sauce, muthafucka, this pus Ain’t a doc living that could clean this cut Nasty by nature, tetanus on my hook Like: [Hook] Check out my brick oven Ingredients have been snuck in This is the kitchen that I live up in If you can’t take the heat, then dammit, don’t come in
6.
Jason Derulo dumb ass. 02:51
lyrics
download
[Verse 1] Fuck this beat and the dude who used it They’re stupid... but I’m here on assignment So fine, then; I got a song for the movies where cuties get things stuck in their booties Especially the parts where they open their mouths, saying dumb shit, thinking that I’m gon’ get aroused Every time you talk, you’re making me softer I am not your daddy, you aren’t my daughter [Bridge] Getting piped down? Pipe down Getting fucked from the back? Shut your trap All I need is for you to do it dirty to me Just that; don’t talk dirty to me [Hook] … Shut the fuck up. … Shut the fuck up. … Shut the fuck up. … Shut the fuck up. [Verse 2] You’re a phony; stop moaning You’re not about to cream, you’re ruining the scene Please shut the fuck up, the lotion's getting cold I gotta get this nut off, my parents are coming home Listen, dammit, I’m gonna need to spray semen 28 minutes of non-stop screaming I can’t get a groove; I can’t get a grip You’re doing too much with your tongue and your lips [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 3] *exasperated rambling* [Hook]
7.
the ultimatum. (skit #2.) 03:35
download
8.
a situation in Candyland. 02:51
lyrics
download
[Verse] 100 grand, pressed out, up in the briefcase He got three mans; how they splitting it each way? Airheads, dawg; they’re just thinking of pay day I know they ain’t smart, so my eye on the gateway Mike still in the whip, stalking the deal Ike feeling his hip, fondling steel Ike Sr. by his side, ice with the grill Not a peep; thinking I’ma freak? I don’t feel a chill Stops staring; finally speaks: “Got the money?” … Yeah, dawg, you got my honey? He points over to Mike, Mike nods at ‘em Gets out the car, pops the trunk, laughing Drags my girl out, banged up and bruised Mental note: paint his face freakin’ blue and black when this is over I move the latch, show him the cash Ike grins, Little Ike snaps: “You stupid for coming here alone! It’s a set-up! You giving us the money AND your chick gettin’ wet up!” Ike says “Forget that, don’t start assuming things.” Nah, yo, what did junior mean? I mean, I’m wondering what junior meant ‘Cause that kinda thing is way too specific to just slip Ike, you better explain, or this’ll get scary ‘Cause ya’ boy is wrong, I ain’t here solitary Ike looking shook, slowly looks down Dots on his chest from my mans in the clouds Ike Jr. panics, whips out the gun He’s got butterfingers, though, so it slipped from his palm and hit the dirt Neck squirts; one hit his lung Mike runs at the sound of the shot like a marathon Doesn’t get far; two in his arm One in the dome; I tell my girl get low Ike fires three shots, I duck; he chucks the gun at the ground, turns around, and skiddadles One bullet whizzes by the ear, he’s in fear One misses the hip, he’s almost at his whip One misses the wrist, barely clipped his Rolo But one hits him in the logo; he’s wearing Polo
9.
feel so bad. 01:59
lyrics
download
[Verse] Quiet down, everybody, I’m tryina’ die For 10 years, I took y’all on a ride And the wheels been fell off; I don’t wanna spit I don’t wanna speak; I don’t wanna live Feel so bad; crying in the car Belting out notes, I’m Orion with the stars Bet I sing they song before I sing mine And they don’t even make the songs for these times But even I get sick of hearing me whine So let me sing “Fake Love” in the meantime Purple in my cup, they thought it was lean time Fabuloso, nigga -- king size Whoo, yeah, sippin’ on drank, sippin’ on drank Took my best shot, watched it go clank What if I told you those pills were both fake? And that Morpheus nuts in the Yoplait? I've been thinking about suffering eternally And how I feel no hope internally And how that shit don’t make for a good song And how her new man dick is a foot long And how I really don’t care I’m really just too aware ‘Fuck am I doing here? This flow needs air Everything stale Gave up on the firewall, everything hell Everything in, and it never gets out Pent up; anxiety genes hemmed up Today, I had my first panic attack, though In the damn bathroom, just like an asshole … And I feel so badder … And it still don’t matter [Hook] Bad, bad, bad, bad day Even when it’s good Bad, bad, bad, bad night I’d sleep now if I could ‘Cause hey, hey, hey My life a waste I said hey, hey, hey My life a waste
10.
my life a waste. 01:50
lyrics
download
[Verse] I’ma search ‘Jewish titties’ on the tubes, ain’t I? I’ma lurk her Tumblr page for the nudes, ain’t I? Eating fucking fries off the floormat So depressed, got the blanket on the window So depressed, 'give a fuck when I end flows Should pray ‘cause my whole life sinful Doing dirt, it come back on me tenfold Nympho, camping out with the tentpole Shoulda' told you I was just a sad nigga News flash: I don’t even wanna rap, nigga Woke up one day with the soul out me 'Nigga try to plant seeds but they grow lousy My life a waste, my life a waste My life a waste, my life a waste Hope is for the people that believe 'Go to sleep, seeing evil in my dreams I ain’t never getting to the root, it’s a hoot I keep circling the drain in a loop; it’s eternal Fire on my body; it’s infernal Niggas doing chicken shit around me like the Colonel Kill and resurrect me Always wanna test me Answer shit right, still turn me around and eff me Broken like the levees; the pain keep flooding I can’t keep nothing; the hate keep tugging Shoulda' told you you was just a fuck nigga Woke for the retweets, I don’t fuck witcha’ That ain’t “so important”; that ain’t problematic Attention junkies, all you goofy niggas [are] fuckin' addicts I’m jumping off a bridge when the album drop I’m trash, you trash, I ain’t dealing with it Fuck this damn song, I ain’t dealing with it Fuck this damn tape, I ain’t dealing with it
11.
this is a mixtape outro. 02:00
download

about

hosted by DJ Trauma.

credits

released February 16, 2017

executive produced by Lyle Horowitz.

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

pizza boy. image

pizza boy. Peoria, Illinois

contact / help

Contact pizza boy.

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

If you like pizza boy., you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Saxophonist Isaiah Collier chats about his new LP and the influence of Pharoah Sanders.
listen now