[Nein]

We're the guys who make the pizza pies
Pile the toppings high,
Bake it till the cheese is done just right
We delight in fast delivery

Ticket hungry police keep our drivers slow
Following us everywhere we go
They cramp our style cuz
Forty miles an hour is insanity

We're fast lane junkies, forced to take our time
Just because the man in blue says speeding is a crime
We're fast lane junkies, forced to take our time
Just because the man in blue says "Fifty dollar fine"

I grabbing the bag and I hitting the door
Turn on the sign put the gas to the floor
Cutting the corner to miss the red light,
I hope there's no cops on the highway tonight
I vaulting the fence cuz I trained in parkour
In twenty-some minutes it's fresh at your door
Pit bulls respect me I smell like fried meat
Take your cash, baby, I'm back on the street

We try to bribe them but they won't let up
Meat lovers pizza, side of wings and two cups of
Your favorite caffienated carbonated beverage

"3 points on your license"

I grabbing the orders I turn on the sign
Gotta get good tips to pay off the fine
Right at the light do a slow rolling stop
Flashing blue lights there's another mad cop
I try to bribe him with wings and a Coke
He says "Vegetarian" and I see the smoke
Coming out of his eqrs like a thick London fog
I drive away quickly without my lights on

"Ho! Suspend your licence"