[Verse 1: Sus Boy 3000 (pizza boy.)]
I wrote this for a girl on Vine named ‘mohammed’, I don’t know if that’s her real name… but it would be a real shame… if it was
I wrote this for a guy named Mark, ‘cause he’s a real pal; I hope he’s still down
And I hope his pretty sister knows the deal now... I've got a buzz
But what does that matter when it doesn't equal deal, and you scare people still, and a dollar menu meal is biggest source of light in your day?
So I wrote this for the sign twirlers… and the shine hurlers; I appreciate you not throwing shade
This is for the mimes feeling trapped in the box; if you ever, ever panic, just go ahead and say:

[Hook: Sus Boy 3000 (pizza boy.)]
Sometimes, I am slick with words, sometimes, I’m a bit perturbed, and that is okay
Sometimes, I am slick with words, sometimes, I’m a bit perturbed, and that is okay
Sometimes, I am slick with words, sometimes, I’m a bit perturbed, and that is okay
Sometimes, I am slick with words, sometimes, I’m a bit perturbed, and that is okay

[Verse 2: Big Sus Boi (Shampoo Papi)]
I wrote this all alone at night in my underwear while I eat some cheesecake
Maybe this a mistake, this is sus
I wrote this little rhyme online in a document I probably need to re-save
I'll dress like Wiz Khalifa for a buzz
But what does that matter if it can't get me a deal
And I can't afford a meal and I'm forced to have to steal?