They wondered if I was loafing on the dough
Don't you know I need it loafed like Wonder?
Crust golder, let it age and crust over
I'll be damned if I leave the hills/heels untouched
I'm talkin' Beverley that's where the bread could lead
As long as the birds and the crumb snatchers
Don't try and come after him with scandal I won't end up like Hansel
Hand the flowers to the baker
If you fuck with the flavor
I slang them o's like it's glazed for the po's and the paper
Just let me pose in the papers
Lacin' the baker's dozens guess i'm old fashioned as Quakers Oats and
I take it you're thinking it's bold and
Y'all can take the cake but y'all can't take the oven
They say the flow as potent as Jay when Jay was Hovin'
I know them below bones eyes twinkling' seeing the yeast lifting
I blame it on the cream filling
You'll be toast trying to butter me up for your enrichment
But you can always join the club you'd love the experience
I'm like Cube when Cube was with Cuba Good in the hood
But with no jheri
Except I laugh because I can't be touched, i'm no Pillsbury
Sheesh

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