Dem Buns Dough

I be like a baker making that hella dough

'Bout to get baking gonna be hella dope

I'm rappin' and trappin' and cookin' that yeast,

Steam heat 'bout to get me in deep

Great white gonna take a bite

I'm a predator looking for that fresh meat (roasted)

Ain't burnt, golden brown (kinda like toasted)

Open the oven door - Heat wave

Lovin' that carmelized egg wash,

Don't give me no "pish posh"

It's what give it that glean that extraterrestrial sheen,

It's a special brownie if you get what I mean

Oh here's one for the crowds

Stuffed with veggies and cabbage and carrots and beef

Contact high, first bite - Disbelief 

Second time - mile high, angels will cry

Crashing down to the ground as you remember your first time - Sublime

Tumblin' back down you'll say:

I don't want none if you ain't got buns hun.

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