The Candy Wrap

Alright, C August, that's me
Timberland
What no Timberland?
How much?
Just C August.
Here we go.
I love candyy'all.
I love candy,
I love candy
The taste, the taste
It makes me feel so grandy
The tart, the bitter, the sour and sweet.
I like it all. So come on and let a brother eat.

'Cause it's the 15th, and yeah I just got paid.
I'm working hard for my money to fulfill what I crave.
Not girls or cars or power and respect
But to have all the candy one could possibly collect.
In my backyard,
In a fort that I built.
It has three candy aisles and a freezer full of milk
Turned ice cream.
You know, mixed with oreos and some butterfinger bebes.
Woo, that sounds great.
Give me two, give me three, matter'fact give me four
Gallons of the mess that make my belly hit the floor.
I'll eat it. (rawr) until my teeth rot.
Just to see the center of that tootsie roll pop.

I love candy,
I love candy
The taste, the taste
It makes me feel so grandy
The tart, the bitter, the sour and sweets.
There's nothing like some candy to make a brother want to eat.
I love candy,
I love candy
The taste, the taste
It makes me feel so grandy
The tart, the bitter, the sour and sweet.
There's nothing like some candy to make a brother want to eat.

I murder trans fats yet I have sans belly.
I spread jelly on my deli disappears like macavelli.
Bam! It's gone and it's just not funny.
I ate so much, I got a cramp in my tummy.
'Cause I went swimming.
Nothing like a summer snack.
I'll eat it under water just like a shark attack.
Or while I'm sunbathing.
Come on, I need a hand.
Okay I'll come back from my fantasy land.
Back here to my house in candy land,
Where I'm the prince, the queen, and, you know, the king.
And I kick it with the sweet-tart necklace bling.
And top it off with a big ole ring.
Pop it in your mouth till the flavor dies.
When it all runs out,
You'll see a grown man cry.
I used to beg,
But now I eat.
You know, I make my money just to buy my treats.

I love candy,
I love candy.
The taste, the taste
It makes me feel so grandy.
The tart, the bitter, the sour and sweet.
There's nothing like some candy to make a brother want to eat.
I love candy,
I love candy.
The taste, the taste
It makes me feel so grandy.
The tart, the bitter, the sour and sweet.
There's nothing like some candy to make a brother want to eat.

I finish my sandwich so I can have my pudding.
I swallow whole Reese cups, you ask "How could he?"
I tunnel the funnel cakes down the right pipe.
How could I be wrong if it tastes so right?
If you didn't know, let me bring you the news:
I'm a skinny dude with a love for food.
If you don't understand, this should give you a clue:
Chris is to kit-kats like women are to shoes.
"A smart healthy snack, " what does that even mean?
Your diet is whack, mine's like a real-life dream,
With a six-foot twix playing tag in the park.
And a sugar-daddy yelling, "Son, be home before dark!"

So unwrap this rap, unsnap the snap.
I gotta make room for my two-o'clock snack!
Lions, tigers, gummy bears. Oh my!
My life is complete.
I'm so happy I could die.

I love candy,
I love candy.
The taste, the taste
It makes me feel so grandy.
The tart, the bitter, the sour and sweet.
There's nothing like some candy to make a brother want to eat.
I love candy,
I love candy.
The taste, the taste
It makes me feel so grandy.
The tart, the bitter, the sour and sweet.
There's nothing like some candy to make a brother want to eat.

Reese's cups. Sour-patch kids. Aww, yeah. Haribo gummy bears, anybody?
You know, that kind in the gold package. Name-brand, baby.
None of that cheap stuff. Only the best. Where's my buncha crunch? Yeah...