Pineapple Pizza - Insane Clown Posse

I met a girl named Cindy, she was fine

She liked to get drunk on red wine

She had cinnamon flavored lipstick

When she blew me it burned my dip stick

But she was funny and she was nice

I hit it the first day and fucked her twice

She took me home and locked the door

And played old shit from Al B. Sure!

Pineapple pizza and Faygo Redpop

She shut the shades and checked the deadlock

Somebody knocked on the door all night

But we laid low and killed the light

They kept knocking and firmly split

She broke out with her own sex kit

Freaky toys, but I was straight

'Cause i can make my own dick vibrate

'Cindy'?

What?

Wait a fuckin' minute!

You should know, yo

A hoe is a hoe

And then you go burn

And now you know

But baby, whoa, this ain’t the end of the show

I’m coming back for more

Cause I’m a juggalo

Hey Shag, it’s Cindy, I miss you!

You need to call me, okay?

Look here J, I’m talking to you

I know a bitch named cindy too

My bitch works at the party store

Right off the bat, she was a naughty whore

I hit it quickly just like you

We fucked so hard my dick was blue

She also likes to get drunk on wine

Let’s just hope it’s your bitch, ain’t mine

My bitch too has cinnamon lips

Plus she’s a little bit fat in the hips

Pineapple pizza, my bitch loves it

And Al B. Sure?!

Fuck you, that does it

I knocked on the door the other night

Somebody else had cut the light

I can’t believe it, I been deceived

I even paid for that bitch’s weave

Wait a minute, man!

I’m getting played too!

Baby, what are you talking about?

Like, I don’t even know him!

O.M.G.

How the fuck was I supposed to know?

I don’t blame you, I blame the hoe

She got me too, I can’t believe she cheats us

I don’t even like pineapple pizza

Fuck Al B Sure!;

one hit wonder

Fuck that spell she had us under

She said she loved me and I believed her

Fuck that shit, I want my weave back

And all them fucking sex toys for what

I don’t want none of that near my butt

She’s at work, let’s grab some gas

And burn her house down in a flash

Douse the signs and douse the porch

It’s my pleasure to light the torch

We set it ablaze and drove off laughing

Play some juggalos, see what happens

I can’t believe my fucking house is on fire!

My Al B. Sure!

records are in

there!

I don’t care about either of you guys anyway, 'cause Billy’s my man,

so fuckin' peace!