Pie in the sky

LORDBEE, my Team is Barriffic. yeah we spit this, throw dough in the sky , just to see it fly. saucey girls get sprinkled with cheese , because my eyes were pleased .the way she wrapped herself around the pole for me. . bake until , it bubbles slice and split this devils pie. who am I to disagree with a slice of the devil's pie.Everybody wants the Encores , still sexy even though for the dough shes your whore. hear 4 you to use and adore . turn her knobs and walk thru her doors .everyone wants to become that sophomore, that's the newest sensation. start living that realization. and touch the whole nation. no fluke ,you gotta offer proof . do more .than you did on your first tour,become more mature ,manure.not just your regular common shit . make something organically so it sounds real pure. to heal the sick ,because theres no cures .,we stay sick .and never basic. penthouse over looking your basement so we self medicate from the perscripts, we have been undoctored. corrupted by profits .predicted by the prophets written on eye pads ,it used be paper pads and paper note books where we wrote our hooks . loose leafs.and three hole binders .the stock and bonds of this minor .theez my deeds . where my eyes cried and my cutz would bleed that call back , we really need . that fall back we didn't need being broke led us to greed . it was cold so I broiled theez it was it hot ,so I kooled it ,started smoking so I fanned theez . I got a few thousand fans but need at least a million fans to make sumnreal noise more women than mans. palace over mansion mansions over Homes, dis lodged from my chair ,and sat on my throne capped off , and put my crown on. frown off and smile on , my bandz wagon,and they jumping on they get their humping on. before day like they gotta be calgon I gotta get my rest on like the next sexual activist is gotta get on like giraffe next and so damn long. so plentiful is my songs black coffee no cream ,and extra strong .columbian Beans drug dealer dreams tha beammers and Benzes the diamonds over my goals 3/8 th of an inch braided gold rope lynching my throat .this my suicide I just wrote my deathest..Note . paramedics use their stethoscopes, no beats and no Hope's . drowned man float . .