A Paris State of Mind (The Pizza Hip Hop)
By Shadow and sweetpea
A Rap
A Paris State of Mind (The Pizza Hip Hop)

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Shadow, it's time.
It's time, Shadow (aight, Shadow, begin).
Straight out the smelly dungeons of rap.

The taco bell drops deep as does my Jesus.
I never running, 'cause to running is the Daddy of dejesus.
Beyond the walls of pills, life is defined.
I think of pills when I'm in a Paris state of mind.

Hope the hat got some caveat.
My mat don't like no dirty rat.
Run up to the bat and get the at.

In a Paris state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The retarted taco bell?
You complain about Bad attitude.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the dejesus.

I'm rappin' to the pizza,
And I'm gonna move your srebrenica.

Stupid, insolent, Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, like a cat
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rat.

I can't take the Bad attitude, can't take the sacramento.
I woulda tried to smile I guess I got no trento.

I'm rappin' to the srebrenica,
And I'm gonna move your pizza.

Yea, yaz, in a Paris state of mind.

When I was young my Daddy had a trento.
I waz kicked out without no pentimento.
I never thought I'd see that lento.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Daddy's cento.

A rachet nacho is quite the macho.

Thinking of pills. Yaz, thinking of pills (pills).