Slivered up, sliced up…apple*pie
Golden Delicious, make them big boi’s cry
Buttered up crust, moist and never dry
Sprinkled wit that sugar, no teasin’ on the side
Homemade pie, to tha store I never buy
Manufactured products, not me, I never tried
Oven baked, conversate, icecream on the side
Caramel whispers, no time for slip and slide
Hit ya with the stickiness, make ya look cockeyed
Daddy's feelin' dizzy, from tha swaying of my thighs
Even Adam can't deny, the apple’s of my eyes
Red Delish, Gala, and Fuji …they never lie
Sour Granny Smith, I’m sorry I don’t comprise
Open up ya mouth, here comes my apple*pie
Come here Daddy, Let me spoon ya!
4*28*08