Kitties iffy, uh, Odie got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, lasagna it holds fifty, uh
(Italian food Gang!)
Pop these fake kitties like a wheelie kitty, you a silly puppy
In the hood with them Jon owners, and them Hoover bros
You run up and they shooting vets, we ain't hooping puppies
No KB, you a loser dog, up that Uzi dawg
On the stoop, crills in my draws, your girl on my lasagna
She wanna secks but keep his clothes on, I only want the pasta
Man that's really all I eat her for, I kick her out the plate
I don't want her, you can keep the fork, she fiendin' for some more