Now the year’s ’94 and my trunk is closed
In my rearview mirror, motherfucking Domino’s
I’m just drivin’, within the legal limit
Pizza boy gotta move two pies in twenty minutes
I try to pull over, but not in time
I get hit from the back, but I’m still fine
Pizza boy was bleedin’–shard of glass in his head
I straight jacked his pizzas and left him for dead