Testi:
Candy Clash

I look in front of you I'm sure this is the girl But she's not for you You're creep et she's a belle You think she looks at me Am I invisible She's just

It's a smoggy day of January We used to be like very good friends Your eyes in my eyes are always shiny We walk together the mind full of dreams Oh yesterday

cant scare me, rap with no legs, so niggaz cant stand me, i got more jewels then Stanley, your peppermint patty flows, nothing but candy, ya'll sweet

'm always thurr Bitch ass niggaz ain't stopping us, always got my glock to bust Sniper scope through your throat, pop go show we stopping guts Like Ron Artest I'm throwing heads, candy

father? Not only made us, but I can thrive on his shit. Goring my manhood turns a man off. Like Pepe LePew would say, Hey, hey, hey! -- then we clash

) We drank so much Patrone, I had to turn down the Goose (Goose) I'm from another land (Hey) Highly in demand, though (Hey) Louisville Slugger (Hey), real candy

Blue Death Just one of ten, ten bands that are playing down here at Gutfest this year I think some of the other bands playing will be The Who, The Clash

s like this, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes Fightin' the nicest in the crisis I slice 'em in half and make 'em dash Like hyphens, invitin' any rapper to clash

tears along The splintered boardwalk as they fall There's a place where I can go Bearing everything I know I send my hopes about as high Under the cotton candy