My milk & honey, my Cherie-Cherie Amour
My Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway
Her ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow and the lion through the forest
To the wicked witchs fortress where she scorched them in the foreplay
Remember that? He said hed fight the box to see the wizard
When he was visited by Dorothy who came here on a blizzard
Now the whole worlds in color, still,
And Auntie Em was next to Kim and not her mother, real, her face was care-worn
I suspected she migrated to Kansas up from Dearborn
And had beef with Mrs. Gulch from the very beginning of Year One
Mr. Candyman, the parables were rambling
The poetrys like the poems and songs of Ecclesiastes
Lightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a tablet
The Judge will bang the wood up in parliament with the mallet
And yell Hear, Hear, finally she born into this rap shyt
Finally some sort of water to soil these cracked lips
I keep my [shyt] crispy and elegant,
So miss me with the irrelevant, the god body is heaven-sent
The hard-body is reverence, since the son of [unintelligible]
Brother of Fal, every rhymes halal
Every line is kosher, livin la vida loca
Shout out to Tony Toca, we livin how we suppose to
continue on though...
