Candy Shop W/ Lyrics

[Intro: Khroam] What the fuck.... This shit really got supported... Alright, cool, fuck it Lets go! [Verse 1: Khroam] It’s the chronological chronic logical liar Rapping circles round the novices like golf carts and dryer cylinders Shit concrete like porn with closed captions Watch what happens then cum into a penguins habit [Verse 2: Halfadelic] I'ma fuck yo bitch Then I'ma make her shit If she keep talking Honey Crisps Then I'ma make her flip (SWAG) [Verse 3: Open Mike Aguila] Swag swag swag swag Swag swag swag swag Swag swag swag swag EXTRA swag swag swag FUCK YOU! [Verse 4: The Waters] COME THRU WITH THE BLUE BADANA IN MY ASS THERES A BUNDLE OF BANANAS THINK FAST, BECUZ THEY CALL ME SANTA FLYING ON REINDEER, CALL IT UR BITCH WHATS THE SITCH, KIM POSSIBLE SPITTING IT LIKE LEELO AND STICH AOHLA MEANS FAMILY [Verse 5: Gold] I got 50k in the knapsack Watch me stunt hard and slay tracks Got the 9 on me like a price tag Shootin these niggas with the dice mag Hoes suck my dick cause I’m such a stunna Girls blow you off cus you smell like Dung-A [Verse 6: Murkman] Fuck bars, that twix is for your kids Toddlers in a candy store, silly rabbits who fall for Easter Eggs Meanwhile, I lay tracks to rest with lead pipes Hip-Hop is Guantanamo, I’m the warden, my bodyguards are dykes [Verse 7: Genio] Shut up bitch its bed time Come for that ass, no homo Its giggty time Spit hot fire, Quagmire [Verse 8: Uncledb] She sells sea shells on the sea shore, no He sells weed scales and a P4, yeah He sells details, swiping the law Deets, AKA credit card fraud [Verse 9: Khroam] Shoot a nigga Fuck a bitch, nigga I'm a real nigga Cuz that's whatcha do when you a real nigga [Verse 10: Gold] Airs a little thinner where I breathe You can find me out in Paris finding pairings for the brie That’s the king of cheese, shit, I’m getting cheese Easily imported but I’d rather switch the scene Hop a flight and I’ll be out in paris by the night, dine at Brasserie [Verse 11: Nebuchadnzr] All I need is 4 bars But I have the skill 2 do it in 3 Cause ain’t no 1 here fucking wit me [Verse 12: iForgotAboutDre] Yo I’m so high, bald eagle Bitch I’m hard to kill, Steve Seagal Young money Cash money All I know is money * Bird call * [Verse 14: Uncledb] Don’t bring war to the king Don’t tell me about draw for The ting YO Right about now Your heads so big you get charged more for you’re trim [Verse 15: Murkman] I bucked-shots at bill beaks-on, whom can’t stop squawking Since Murkman can't be conned, yet was marked with a flu, Avian By condors, ‘cause white-lied pieces of shit, are what you believe in So best have credence, in that pearl pile, of vanilla pudding That my wings span, spreading as that strain which sickens at ease Through the airwaves, like a new form of communicable disease [Verse 16: BDP29] Put me on a track with Gambino, I’ll upstage him His lyrics are so corny, but he thinks they’re amazing [Verse 17: BiterBitingRewrittenBits] New jack mess with whatever snappin Jetting these shark biters kid from gotham will leave you paykin @payked @SDVG hoes think they supreme, clientele just got them ready to dye And wannabe wu tang fans think they got cream, super sayian with knowledge show em whats fly [Verse 18: Khroam] I got bars and they heavy Heavy than your mom on a Sunday I go to church in my Jack Skeletons I shoot niggas avoid if you not wanting to be a skeleton I’m heaven sent with bill and shit I’m Bill Nye I fuck bongs on PBS Shit correlate nigga more or less Jumping jacks on the bridge ideal death [Verses 19 & 20: Murkman] So you can vote “Yes I Can!” (I'm not lightskinned!), for me in 2016 I’m a real American, just don’t expect me to rep That red, white and blue, anytime soon because The fireworks I fire will crack, and split crackers Down to the middle, like Malcolm or Muniz, to be frank-eeeehh And go krack-krack..... krack-krack-krack-ka-BOOM, that fire works Though all I do is launch Fireworks, don't call me Canadian, boy Or I’ll make them waters-work, I’m not sweet, like a maple leaf But me? I drizzle smoke around, great Redwood trees As a lumberjack, however I kick into the lumbar region-stumps Of Black Hippies, to insert vile into ci-vil liberties ‘Cause I’m bringing Independence back, like on the 4th of July Not rhetoric that you lie about, as if they're views from thee.... 666 I meant 1776, this is a wake up call - TempurPedic, not a Drake diss Fuck all these sweet 16 ho-bitch niggas, I been spitting sweet 16's Like Em was an M-16, unloading on ages of whomever was 16 [Verse 21: BDP29] Call it a Childish insult, but I’ll still call you a faggot You think your raps are fly, but they’re lower than maggots Smackin' backs with the mac, is how I enter your palace Knock you off of Stone Mountain, drink your blood from a chalice Call me callous I don’t care, cause your rhymes are wack Smell the malice in the air, make your skull go crack Daedalus when I build your cage, pitch black The fact is when I attack, body bag is packed [Verse 22: MFarrer74] You thought I was down and out But really your mind is in doubt I've been hiding on the forums for a couple years now Now it's time for y'all lames to bow To the greatest to ever touch the keys QWERTY loves how I do it with ease Y'all ain’t showing love to my bars Go ahead and smoke those cigars While I work on my craft, I remember those stars On a night that makes me feel like a czar I don’t know how you can recover from those scars That I gave y'all while listening to Kendrick Lamar While holding a 40 as I ride in my car With a shotty and I think I’ve gone too far [Verse 23: JonnyMillerRaps] People who write rhymes We ain't equal at all times I dont feel like rappin now Gimme a bannana peal and half a pound. uh [Verse 24: NLbway] I’m young as hell like Caillou Don’t fail like Caillou I go for it like Caillou Fuck Dora, Caillou [Verse 25: MakNikova] Before it all surface, no one is perfect But all of us together can seem worth it Experimental purpose, scientific verses I beat box the beat by puttin them in hearses [Verse 26: Khroam] Mraz screeching blood clot Comeback bats locked arena come out 50 cubic part cuban backwood glue in Gorilla clawing off the lawn Articulate like God, Aesop stories Lorie with the loosie and the bleached inflection Infection Z survival X detonation Detonations on tracks like logical break in [Verse 28: Murkman] ‘Cause I pop shots, into the clavicles to crackle M&MC’s When I snap on, these cracker, sugarcoated motherfuckers To remind y'all, I’m the original serial killer To your Hip-Hop-sin, corny ass, trash bag transgressors Reducing everyone of you down to size, “Honey, I Shrunk The Kids" Again, god damn and I melted y'all mortals into Sugary morsels, fried your lyrics and made them a reduction Just to give RG a taste, of what means to have substance [Interlude: BTP47] Aight, guys…I was not prepared to freestyle… [Verse 29: BTP47] Its the T U T, yall r just ants to me ima aardvark Im higher than u think i am on the bar charts Even higher than a far star U can even call me fuckin Jupiter (God that was bad…) Walked the same roads i know how hard it can be I’ll guide you, you still fuck with me, don’t take a side or be free As i’m have poems that has approached by cross roads Body doze, who ? give em karate blows [Verse 30: Murkman] All I hear nowadays, is everyone up to no good, just evil The D'evil’s in your crew, are less cru-el than, Cru-ella D'e-ville Emcees trying to act like scam artists, scamming those in the arts Cocky ass upstarts, whose voice ain’t worth more than my farts While my craft-Hov-ers-o'er, your Craft Mac-N-Cheesy asses Triple entendre, so please don’t ask me how, ask Hov You damn amateurs, who have no respect nor love For the form, can’t read anywhere, regarding the lines Unless it’s burning trees, purple streams, or a hero-in white soda We both already know, about that ego and how you’re “No homo" Except all you can rap about is a mic, held close in your hand-les While it’s wrapped close to your lips, so full of your self Cause, within it has that lightbulb: you’re a flashing ass-hole Ever wonder that’s why, all you spit is fecal-matter (no subject)? Bending backwards to reverse cowgirl, a dickrided rapper’s style Which is an homoerotic urge, you unconsciously, just can’t help Man, it’s straight away to hell, with you fuck niggas, bruh [Verse 31: The_Midget] I’m midget but my dick long That is what I told your mom, dawg Playing cricket with my own dong Hit a homerun don’t give a fuck if it’s the wrong sport Verse 32: sho Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam on this shit So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitch One at a time, I line them up And bomb on they mom while she watching the kids I'm in a destruction mode if the gold exists I'm important like the Pope, I'm a Muslim on pork I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the King of New York King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both The juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokes Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces Cartier bracelets for my women friends, I'm in Vegas Who the fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be? If Phil Jackson came back, still no coaching me I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable, fuck y'all clubs Fuck y'all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts Gobble dick up 'til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch (West x6) I've seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons Mollies'll prolly turn these niggas to fucking Lindsay Lohan A bunch of rich ass white girls looking for parties Playing with Barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give them the car key Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney You called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley (I don't smoke crack, motherfucker, I sell it) I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis I'm aiming straight for your pelvis, you can't stomach me You plan on stumping me? Bitch I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me Bitch I put one on yours, I'm Sean Connery James Bonding with none of you niggas, climbing 100 mil in front of me And I'm gonna get it even if you're in the way And if you're in it, better run for Pete's sake I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time Bout who's the best MC? sho, Jigga and Nas Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of y'all New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved And I ain't rocking no more designer shit White T’s and Nike Cortez, this red Corvette's anonymous I'm usually homeboys with the same niggas I'm rhyming with But this is hip-hop, and them niggas should know what time it is And that goes for Scope, -, and Nappy Tyrant, Amema, Murkman , Niday Slickk, Freeus, TKSF, - I got love for you all but I'm tryna murder you niggas Trying to make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas They don't wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggas What is competition? I'm trying to raise the bar high Who tryna jump and get it? You're better off trying to skydive Out the exit window of five G5s with five grand With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as fuck trying land With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread West Coast [Verse 33: Quikstik] I got a lyrical shotty for your body Blow off your left arm, call that Uzumaki I walk around and steal your girl like Tamaki Anime bars muhfucka, what you know bout me? I'm dangerous, product of Parker and Octavius Meaning I'm of a superior era thus Step to me, peep my CDs Adam WarRock and Wu-Tang is what you'll see (Ayo, pass the fucking hummus! Shit's gonna expire soon, man!) [Verse 34: Khroam] Bars I got bars Bitches at the bars I drop bars Fuck y'all, I got bars [Verse 35: Halfadelic] All I see is snitches All I get is bitches If you talk shit then yo bitches get put in ditches [Verse 36: MSeafood] Check, His palms, spaghetti Knees are weak, arms, spaghetti There’s vomit on his spaghetti already Mom’s spaghetti, he’s nervous He’s about to eat cold spaghetti He’s not ready, but he keeps on forgetting To reheat spaghetti, all the guests cry so load He opens his mouth but spaghetti won't come out He’s running out, of the house to get some more spaghetti But he’s too late, the spaghetti shop’s closed, blaw [Verse 37: Sdin1212] You know what I don't give a fuck about luck Finna silence the game like Saint John of Nepomuck Wanna find talent, reach into my bag or tricks But the only thing you'll find girl is some good ole dick [Interlude: Halfadelic] (Damnnnn son where did you find thattttt) (10x) [Verse 37: Mattw116] Coming with these lyrical tactics I’m always active never passive Steady rhyming through my passage making these classics Lines always fantastic the impact I make is massive While other rappers don’t even get you out your seat like you Degrassi Unlike these other people I actually have character I'm not putting up a drake image, you’re just a character I’m telling you the story of me and I’m the narrator I’m giving you these bars so you see that I’m a rare master [Verse 38: Tyrant] Movin' dope is my past present and Future If my mound was any bigger you'd see me on Reuters Cooking for two birds, only ones my bitch Sit there and watch while I feast on this shit [Verse 39: ZXQaos/Zade] The rapture to rappers Asshole assassin to ass’nance Fuck sanction and passion I’ll capture the masses of action from you faggots [Verse 40: Time_Is_Illmatic] I've got three whores spread on the bed and ready With Double Ds I call them Ed Edd n Eddy They call me a combo of Nas and Biggie Had a menage with Nicki and Iggy Flow so ill it needs a doctor I've got two identities like Peter Parker I rule like a Tyrant on the mic And when I Scope You I'll put you in the dark no Streetlights Got a girl with the ass of a Kardashian in the car dashin in With the same flashin grin from the paper mag again [Verse 41 : sbk] Who wants to fuck with me? Bitch i don't know I'll leave you in a body bag Looking like a burrito That shit you spit is childish, Gambino Im headed to the top, these haters trying to spoil it They wouldn't be shit even if they were born in a toilet I spit fire, step back cause its danger Your mom should have aborted you with a coat hanger [Verse 42: RESosa] At first, reading this verse will make you sigh Pay attention, this shit's gonna inspire Time isn't really Illmatic, is it I'm gonna pop this bubble you think you're in, just like a zit You will be forced to quit Start beef with me, that's gonna be your first mistake I will cook it, but I will not bake For God's sake [Verse 43: Kalsemari] Yeah it’s still me, K-H-A LED Tyrant on the same song I was on, no sony I'll Scope You all, but no point in sniping fags Top of the game, to reach me you need some hiking bags I’ll sock a nigga and I don’t need nike to tell me to just do it Following me like a fucking flock of sheeps, call it a Eid movement But I don't walk a flock, I just throw flame and cock my Glocks To shoot at the too many wanna-bes And ex-bitches wanna castrate me like IMDB They say I am creepy But they haven't seen the real me, kalsemari Israelis got more rocks on, than my fucking watch dawg You be soft, I’m a rapper and a rockstar Gangsters get Glocks, and pack more bars than a fucking gym Macks for christmas, dicks for Christy if you're Johnny Sins I rap this, you just sing it, perhaps you’re misfits I take a dip in the pool and ya’ll follow like dipshits Bitch I deserve my respect, but it doesn’t mean shit from fuckboys who lick dick Not meant to get you twisted, but I like my bitches in C’s like Pimp did [Verse 43 A_Master_EZ] Money is time and time is money I got time, so im rich, bitch Fuck hoes and i don't pay them Get all the bitches like faggot and fem' Mess with me, lol, dont bother Ur mom marries my dad, I dare you to step brother Tell a bitch she got mirrors between her thighs See my self there dont worry bout the size With the mic im a dyke, cause no nigga can fuck with this I see u bitch, she open wide, basically do the splits [Verse 44: BDP29] Fuck Gambino and anybody that love him [Verse 45: ZXQaos/Zade] Double the bars, rubble to stars Run in the dark while I juggle a Park- er Rhyme hard-er than darker the heart Of a wet causer a' arson If I was frozen inside of a moment I'd blaze the flames of rage and motherfucking Close it But I'm as cold as snow coated boulders, no emotion RG, I keep, total devotion [Verse 46: Slickk] I spit hot bars like I am forging steel Get out of my lane with your boring appeal I overshadow your whole style So keep barking up that tree, I'll be here a while [Verse 47: MyNamesCody] Heyyyyy lol kk pz [Verse 48: Quikstik] (Had to come through with another one, hold up!) Public Enemy mixed with YG, what’s that make me? Lyrically I intimidate and educate thee I’m the white boy knowing about COINTELPRO So when I see racism I know how far back it goes But y'all ain’t looking for conscious flows so I tear up my home state harder than RTJ When they came with Che and the Brusier Brigade Tore up St. Andrew’s and left the smoldering decay With Danny Brown putting the remains in an ash tray Got me hyped enough to punch Floyd Mayweather in the face Knock his teeth out and call it a day Except Manny would have my head so let me collect it I see the bodies of wack MCs let me inspect it You hear this shit and you gotta respect it You gonna re-read this shit and say Damn Quikstik wrecked it! [Verse 49: LAzY] I come down from a loose high When I walk through you know these geese fly I keep it real cuz that’s what I was born to do You call yourself bad bitch but i'v met worse than you I come up with the weed like shottas Big like poppa I tell them nada for the prada They come back wit the pistol and shoot gratata But believe me i’m not fazed i’m not bothered Keeping it real but always feeling managed Bounce back from rockets with no collateral damage Put your whole goddamn career in a casket Do I love her I tell her don’t ask it She’ll be set up for disappointment I ain’t her shrink I don’t take appointments They come at me with potions for my emotions In rap I get promotions move through the ranks without motion [Verse 50: JWTM] I'm not even much on the forums, but an artist on YouTube Say like a god to these people reppin' ether making London Bridge burning to make on suffocate and lose That's too harsh for me to talk like that, guess y'all caught me rapping like a newstyled Drake Not Edward Scissorhands, but i'll cut a bitch off if she tries to steal my fucking resume, dawg! Yeah, shit spitting in circles of nervous, attention, and criminals confused about the power spoken out the uvula..... Those dots were for a pause on the beat if I screwed up and left my richest rhymes in locker, think that I forgot the code again Sometimes i'm tired of being the ultimate and undefeated rap battler at my school Because of what I spit automatic sunk Titanic number two, if I feel blue don't mean I always sing blues, double entendre Too messed up to think straight with the doctor, that a triple enten- DRE! Know y'all are wondering, "where in the hell is JWTM coming up with these new rhymes, came from nowhere This guy need to chill out before Eminem turns into Slim Shady and makes a roast fair!" Punishment was taught from him, guess i'm spitting as his offspring and i'm Drake's younger brother So I should follow in there footsteps, it's 8:08 but where the bass at??? Continuing to build a Martian mask for my rock band The man that has a verse after me named @Translucent and y'all might think I'm a nuisance to look into future And knew who the next verse was but the truth is I keep adding verses when turning superior Just like something I never saw, I don't wanna make a scene! Pockets running empty but my money grows on trees! Someone annotate my lyrics, justify the means Twist it if you want to, it'll haunt you in your dreams! [Verse 51: YoDawg111] One verse to make it up top with the GOATs I’ll give you my two cents with my cock in your girl’s throat Death multiplies by threes. SDVG, RedMasta , and Danger-Ru$$ Wonder who the fourth will be to bite the dust Focused on the top with the attention span of a 5 year old Listen for six seconds and my flow will knock you out cold Waking up at 7 AM the day is looking bright Go out for coffee after I ate out your girl all night Every day, stay trapped with that nine Get laid like it’s my job, hook up with another dime Every other rapper taking an L in this event Been in the game since I was 12 with everyone else underneath I’m sending bullets Darren Wilson’s way in a baker’s dozen Put a fourteenth in him to remind him that he’s nothin And just when you thought my 15 minutes of fame is up I’ll spit another 16 to show you why you all suck [Verse 52: ChamKoopa] I’m killing this website like I’m trynna get signed All ya fuckers doing is running from the feds, right? So nobody here? The game’s mine, I guess that’s fine This cypher is over, you just missed the dead line And before me, there’s just a fucking dead line If you suck at rhymin', you should go to bed cryin' Didn’t your mommas told you it was a bad time? [Verse 53: Cordel] Killin these bitches like im Michael Vick I know I’m the best so hop of my dick And yo “Bad Bitch” look like my shit And she got those pink pussy lips Watchout for gun cuz im murkin niggas down TU TU TU is how my gun sounds You faggot ass niggas dont know bout murder I’m the best in the game just like Richard Sherman Bobby Shmurda fucks males and his faggot ass “gang" When I see this bitch ima hit him with a bang GS9 like to fuck guys in the ass While Glo Gang looks in the dumpster for cash At least I’m honest to the rap game I’m just tellin the truth so who you gonna blame? [Verse 54: Akuma] Apparently users dont know what four bars is Typin raps in the cypher like they about to get the biz When problably no one will listen to this Although keep rapping cause you never really know [Verse 55: ZXQaos/Zade] Yo, I'm the hardest Hardly Harlem, the holy hound of darkness I hold artists by the cart'lage, causing carnage Hip hop's become concerning Expect me to purchase this version Of the game? Fuck's sake, where's the murder? Anyways, I'm the next thane, wreck lames A neck pain in the best way 10's 8, but I'm 5' 9" Cause I write rhymes as the light's lime While the mike's mine I can swipe life-lines; Oh, and Zade rhymes with blade It's why I'm named as the fucking Renegade Of this yphercay (Spoken) Yeah yeah, 16th bar, still hard [Verse 56: Pakyed] I need to get this off my chest, like women with breast cancer I have a fetish to develop AIDS, just to make it spread faster Fuck a sexy dime on her legs! See, I ain't what I eat She got a Sixty-Nine on the test, So I gave her the D [Verse 57: Shooter Starz] Oh Yeah Yeah, Yeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhh YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH Swag, swag, dab, dab Whip, whip, wrist, wrist Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah yeah Drip, drip, flip, flip Big tit, just tip Yeah, aye, hey, sway,uh Outro: Quikstik RG, MOTHERFUCKER, FUCK WHO YOU THOUGHT IT WAS!