We three young men
The best of friends
We'll love each other till the end
We love to share
To keep it fair
Still, there's one thing that breeds despair
It's the last slice
Someone's always gonna lose
Even when we order two
I understand the convenience
Of the slicing procedure
But it's pitting me against my dudes
If sliced by nine
All would be fine
It ain't that hard to read my mind
Well you don't need
A maths degree
To know eight don't divide by three
I see the panic in their eyes
They got plans on my last slice
Well I'm f*ckin' done being nice
Who wants to die?
Someone's always gonna lose
Even when we order two
I understand the convenience
Of the slicing procedure
But it's pitting me against my dudes
And someone's always gonna lose
Tried to be nice
But f*ck you guys
My friend, you're dead to me if you touch that slice
Someone's always gonna lose
Even when we order two
I understand the convenience
Of the slicing procedure
But it's pitting me against my dudes
And someone's always gonna lose