[Intro – southern drawl over warped Italian music box]
“Better ingredients… better fear.”
“Papa sees everything. Even in the sauce.”
scratchin' at the drywall... again...
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[Verse 1]
Small town, one pizzeria
Cross on the wall, but the devil’s near ya
Papa’s face still hangs on the sign
Even though he “left” in twenty-nine
Cashier’s twitchin’, oven hums low
The dough moves before you throw
Back door locked with crusted chains
And the marinara hides bloodstains
"Better ingredients," that's the pact
Crust too red, sauce too black
Employees whisper in garlic tongues
The founder’s still here — Papa ain’t done.
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[Hook – possessed choir layered with 808s]
🎵 Papa’s in the walls, whisperin’ heat
Better not slip, or you’re pizza meat
Special delivery, one-way ride
Order for one... plus the thing inside 🎵
🎵 Papa’s in the walls, watchin’ you pray
Oven's on high, and your skin might stay
Extra cheese, and a crust of bone
You can leave the store… but never alone 🎵
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[Verse 2]
They say he vanished in a pepper storm
Trapped in dough, rebaked reborn
His face melts through the parmesan fog
Calls out names through the vented smog
I took a slice, my vision blurred
The pepperonis rearranged into words:
“Join the crust. Knead the blood.”
Then came the flood… of garlic flood.
Delivery boy gone since June
His scooter parked by the cursed saloon
Pineapple screams in foreign keys
And the breadsticks slither up your knees
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[Bridge – low whispering monologue, heavy reverb]
They lock the freezers for a reason.
They stack the boxes in patterns.
It’s not pizza. It’s prophecy.
And Papa is always… watching.
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[Final Hook – slowed and reversed version]
🎵 Papa’s in the walls, won’t let go
Every slice is a piece of soul
Tip your driver, pray real quick
Because the sauce tonight is extra thick 🎵
🎵 Papa’s in the walls, crust won’t crack
Try to scream, but the cheese pulls back
He’s in the oven. He’s in your phone.
You ordered him once… now he’s your home 🎵
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[Outro – pizza cutter scraping concrete, voice slowing like a broken tape]
“You can’t out-deliver the darkness.”
crunch… slice… silence.
Masterdkassovic
