(VERSE 1)

Eat the body like KFC chicken to gain some calories

Accompanied with broken parts with athletes feet and nails and teeth

Killin' these A and B students in seven seconds just like a vine but we don't post it

We grope pistols like hoe bitches hard enough to break my fingers

And don't get tickled by the candy man

Killin' cops that look like Andy Griffith

On fifth street, we at the fucking trash meet fighting over a scrap piece of body parts

Fuckin' on bitches whose name ending with quisha

We dress so bright but still get away

Thе PD must've missed us

Then commit somе PDA with dike bitches with written scriptures

And gulp the Gatorade mixed with blood from when I slammed the head on door hinges

Old bitches and bitches old men and men

I poke fun like syringes ill kill ya

I'll scalp ya just like a native to the white man you see this my turf

I'm coming louder than a fucking burp from fat bitch

I think they jealous cuz I don't give a damn

Make fun of peter cuz he said he's pan then lure em into the woods and torcher him with Uncle Sam propaganda

Now we got all gays singing the national anthem

Never make fun of cancer

But yall so easy to kill like Bambie's mom I'm cold blooded like when Scar took the land From Simba

I'm colder than December

You think you on my level but you always behind like November

(HOOK)

This a nice ass day

And I'm the motha fuckin' candy man

Ice-cream trucks stealing people tie em together like a rubber band

All it takes is one missile

And you all some victims

To this thing I call a system

This a nice ass day

And I'm the motha fuckin' candy man

Ice-cream trucks stealing people tie em together like a rubber band

All it takes is one missile

And you all some victims

To this thing I call a system

(VERSE 2)

Now you see it's round two (Round two)

And we back at the entrance waiting for signals to move in on easy targets

They said they want two hands for the price of one

Man that's an easy bargain

Tarnishing competition

Body bags tighter than Nike socks

Pokin out like a red dot on an Indians forehead

Take away both legs so now how they gonna run

And gangsters think they got me figured out until they hit me with offers for weed but my code word for weed is body parts

So when they open the pack

They get a head in the box

Now I guess I'm Sicilian

If we gettin' ya might as well get the children

Cuz they a potential killers if we leave em livin'

(HOOK)

This a nice ass day

And I'm the motha fuckin' candy man

Ice-cream trucks stealing people tie em together like a rubber band

All it takes is one missile

And we all some victims

To this thing I call a system

This a nice ass day

And I'm the motha fuckin' candy man

Ice-cream trucks stealing people tie em together like a rubber band

All it takes is one missile

And we all some victims

To this thing I call a system

(OUTRO)

ONEANDONLYISM

You know, they call me the candy man

You know, Candy Man Janko

The Great Goober of Sharon

Varification Code

Oprahs a bitch