If Lucifer can leave the trace of sulfur
Then tell me why he plays horns like Candy Dulfer
Sure, you’ve got sugar walls, honey
But, they speak too funny
They gaze grandeur eyes
So I’s grand your gays
1,000 chip supplies
No “boytoys”, but “Lays”
“Molded” bread, while donuts “B” glazed
No “Wonder” we peel potatoes and “Dunkin’” plays
For skin be bronze
By sculpt, we clays
I wore “A Few CK’s” other legs don’t foray
“In hair, it’d mean that my moms could mâché
For paper, she bought me the genes
To walk “in-between”
Because, Outside the washin’ machine
Mine ain’t really clean