But How? (jesus Pizzas) Lyrics & Chords By Grip Grand

Jesus, the beat is cut in pieces like pizzas,
When he grab the mic deez nuts said "please squeeze us",
He told em "hold up, after the punchline",
Single file rappers with dull rhymes and ugly shines,
In the ring with the frizzy bearded grizzly bear,
He win the thing with an exquisite rare dizzy stare,
Gimme here, I'll show ya'll how to do it right,
When he put the mask on he screw it tight, it's stupid light,
True story, you can ask Uncle Nu.

Dreams the heat beam is like a laser level,
Aim it til it straightens out, do your best to graze the devil,
Bass and treble peakin' make sure, they're even,
Be faking more and he break your jaw and teeth in,
Leave 'em creeping no time for weeping and grieving,
Deep in breathing, keeping on believing it don't matter,
Honing on the data, in the zone, zoning on the microphone chatter,
Batter, swing! That's the thing he's known better for,
Worser than the casualties in the metaphor wars,
Forget your applause, bet- pause,
Answer me these questions three to get across,
Who's the boss? What size are those shoes of yours?
We the wrong crew to cross, true or false?
Don't look at him, ask Uncle Nu.