If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the street, I hear—
Pitch! Pitch! Pitch! Pitch!

Pitch lasagna, pitch lasagna
T-Series ain't nothing but a pitch lasagna
Pitch lasagna, pitch lasagna
Look at T-Series, they just crying for their mama

Bobs or vegana, whichever will it be?
Sit the funk down, T-Series, I'm here to spill the real tea (Uh)
You tryna dethrone me from spot on number one
But you India you lose, so best think you haven't won
When I'm through with you we're gonna be completely funky'all done
'Cause we only just begun, I review you: *clap clap*
Zero, by this gun.
So come on T-Series, looking hungry for some drama
Here, let me serve you pitch lasagna