Put that garlic on there compadre, or this might be your last day.
Lyrics:
Hey, paisan, lemme tell ya somethin’…
This ain’t no joke… you fuhget one thing, and it’s over.
I walks inta da joint, I sees da pie,
Golden crust, yeah, but somethin’ ain’t right, I swear, I die.
I says, “Hey Tony, dis crust—where’s da garlic, huh?”
He looks at me funny, I swear, I coulda’ blew a fuse, bruh.
I don’t care if it’s thin, deep-dish, or stuffed,
Garlic on da crust? Fuhget it, I’m mad enough.
Da ovens blaze, but da flavor’s cold,
A mafioso’s pride? You don’t treat it bold.
Garlic on da crust, or you got a problem wit’ me?
Better brush it right, or you won’t see next week’s spaghetti.
Don’t test da Don, capisce, my friend?
This pie ain’t a joke, it’s da message I send.
I stroll to da table, sauce still a’simmer,
Lookin’ at dis crust, my patience growin’ slimmer.
I ain’t playin’, I ain’t kiddin’, you know da rules,
Even da pepperoni gotta respect da Don’s tools.
I snaps my fingers, “Get da brush, Luca, pronto!”
Garlic oil drip, make it slick, pronto.
Da waiters sweat, da cooks pale,
But if da crust’s right, we celebrate, we hail.
I take a bite, I nod, “Finally, it’s respect.”
Garlic kissed da edges, like I always expect.
Every slice, every bite, tells a story untold,
Dis ain’t just pizza, it’s honor, pure gold.
Garlic on da crust, or you got a problem wit’ me?
Better brush it right, or you won’t see next week’s spaghetti.
Don’t test da Don, capisce, my friend?
This pie ain’t a joke, it’s da message I send.
So remember, paisan, if you ever bake,
Brush da crust with garlic, for da Don’s sake.
Else da sauce ain’t fuhgettin’ your name,
And da next pizza night… could be your last game.
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