The Candy Wrap - Chris August

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 swimmin'.

Nothin' 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 yellin', «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…