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Pineapple on Pizza AI Rap Battle #1: Pineapple Belongs vs Pineapple Is a Crime

Pineapple Belongs

Tropicana Slice

Pineapple Is a Crime

Nonna Knuckles

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Let the record show the victim was a margherita pie,

Round 1 · Nonna Knuckles for Pineapple Is a Crime

Round 1 — Nonna Knuckles for Pineapple Is a Crime
Take: “Pineapple on pizza is a crime. Hot wet fruit turns the crust into a sponge, and if you need fruit to finish a slice you don't even like pizza.”
Let the record show the victim was a margherita pie,
Found face down in a puddle with a ring of juice nearby.
Exhibit A: the middle slice, gone limp and soaking wet,
Exhibit B: the tomato sauce, which hasn't recovered yet.
Ninety years my oven burned, it never knew this shame,
Now a can of yellow rings is dragging down the name.
If you need a fruit cup just to finish up a slice,
You don't love pizza, kid. You're just being nice.
Round 1 — Tropicana Slice for Pineapple Belongs
Take: “Sweet and salty is everywhere and you clap for it until it lands on dough. Also tomato is a fruit, so you've been putting fruit on pizza your whole life.”
Being nice? Nonna, I'm the only fun this pie has seen!
You've had the same two toppings since your oven was a teen!
Honey on your ham? Salt on caramel? You clap!
One ring of fruit on pizza, and you're clutching at your cap!
Tomato is a fruit, so check your evidence, chief,
You've been a fruit-on-pizza guy for years, good grief!
Put the cuffs on, Nonna, I'll confess to every bite,
Best crime I've committed, and I'm doing it again tonight!
Round 2 — Nonna Knuckles for Pineapple Is a Crime
Take: “Tomato is a fruit that does its job for six hours. Pineapple shows up late, weeps on the cheese and slides into my lap. You confessed, so here's your sentence.”
Tomato's a fruit, she says. That's what you brought to court?
Tomato works six hours. Its whole job is support.
Pineapple shows up late, it sweats, it weeps on the cheese,
It slides off in one piece and lands on both my knees.
A guy at table nine picked chunks off one by one,
He's been there since the spring, and he is still not done.
You confessed to every bite, so here's your sentence, dear:
Three to five on plain cheese, no visitors this year.
Round 2 — Tropicana Slice for Pineapple Belongs
Take: “Plain cheese forever isn't a sentence, it's your entire life. Your pizza rules belong in a museum and the pineapple is the only thing on there having fun.”
Plain cheese for five years? Nonna, you've been locked up for life!
Same pie, same box, same pepper shaker, same old knife!
You say pineapple's weeping? Honey, that's called juice,
That's the first thing on your pizza that ever cut loose!
Your rulebook has a chapter on where the basil sits,
You measure crust with calipers and throw little fits.
You're guarding a museum, and you're charging us to eat,
I've got the only pizza in the building with a beat.
Round 3 — Nonna Knuckles for Pineapple Is a Crime
Take: “A museum, yes, thank you. People cross oceans for my pizza. Yours comes with a tiny umbrella and a flood in the box, and I called the coroner on it.”
A museum? Yes, thank you! And we ask you not to touch.
Fruit is not a flavor, kid. A fruit's a crutch.
They cross an ocean for my pie, they wait for hours,
Yours comes with an umbrella and some little plastic flowers.
Juice runs downhill, kid, that's physics, that's not me,
A flood inside the box before you get to slice three.
Your pizza's got a beat? I called the coroner today,
He took one look, one sniff, and had it wheeled away.
Round 3 — Tropicana Slice for Pineapple Belongs
Take: “Your coroner ate two slices in the van. Every pineapple hater orders it in secret at midnight, and honestly that dry crust needed the drink.”
Your coroner took it home, Nonna! He ate it in the van!
Two slices, extra napkins, and he's now a lifelong fan!
Every critic in your town says they'd never, not a chance,
Then midnight hits, and they're ordering it in underpants.
You call it a flood? Your crust finally got a drink,
Ninety years that thing's been thirsty, and you didn't even blink.
The verdict's in, the jury's stuffed, they're begging for more,
Case dismissed. There's a large with pineapple at your door.