Jizza Delivery

Pizza overcooked, loose my temper, blow a load on the cheese
 Carry it next door, ring the doorbell, jizza delivery
 Blonde bitch on the phone answers and gives attitude
 Smash her in the face with scolding hot food
 Pressed onto her face, forced backwards into her place
 She won't care that it got in her hair, her face won't be there
 Peel the pizza off, peek at her new look, shit I love to cook
 Her face bubbles up, anything but calm while I smear her face off with my palm
 This is the last facial that this bitch will ever be lucky enough to get
 Mold of melted skin and cheese
 Gather from the dirty floor
 I share this plate with my identityless dinner date
 Refusal to consume her melted face
 With my fingers I force it down her throat
 Force it down more and more, I feed this whore
 She is struggling to breath, she starts to choke
 Conscious detachment, disappointed extraction
 I reach down her throat in a violent fashion
 Satisfied, the victim alive, left to suffer alone
 Smiling as I walk away, I go to find the phone
 Dialed 9-1-1, soon help will arrive to keep her alive
 With no face, she will always wish she died, until she commits s***ide