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[QUOTE="Papa%20Judge:622224"]I want it back again The sausage that we once had Showing all these new cooks They're pies not so fucking bad You and your crew Would have never made it through The pizzas we made In 1982 The New York Pizzahut I can't let go The New York Pizzahut where did they go? We called it the Big Slice We called it cheesy crust Wore chains around our necks And protective gloves Domino's kitchen on a saturday night See my brother, he's in a fight They're topping their 'zas, it's 3 on 1 10 of us show, guess who won? We hung out on 7th and A After hours leftover pie We didn't have to pay Bertucci's came around one night Push came to shove and We were down to fight We have seen the no-carb flood Most came and fuckin' went They cooked the part And they wore the right clothes But they didn't know What the grilled pizza meant And I see it today My backstabbing brothers Eating each other's pies That they're feeding each other And I know I'll be here When they're gone 'Cuz the New York Pizzahut Is where my mouth belongs In rememberance of old New York And to my friends And the ones I've fought A special place left in my gut Those slices are gone, man But they're not forgot[/QUOTE]
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