[Intro: Candyman]
"Be my victim!"

[Verse 1: Ransom]
The wordsmith with absurd gifts
I used to serve bricks, now I get paid when these words flip
This thing I love that started from the mud making nerds rich
It’s academic, but when rap invented this word snitch, we deserve this
It’s worthless, put pain on your browser so when you search this
The earth shift, the kiss of death, here’s the reaper to flirt with
I need Bieber to verse with, I put out hits and leave when the hеarse split
Get put out quick and heavеd in the dirt ditch
Yeah, I can see you ain’t worth shit
Paid in full, still can’t believe when they murked Mitch
I’m ice cold, could never be sunny reading the first script
Your wife froze, refusing to see you bleed when the nurse stitched
Yeah, you fuck with me, you’re already screwed
A deadly dude, ain’t feeling you n***as, just think of Terry Crews
A petty dude, I shoot for the stars, whoever said he’d lose
I bet he bruised, an eye for an eye, that’s how this fetti move
It’s war, n***a, best believe that it’s war, n***a
Got your kids all tied up, I even the score, n***a
You don’t believe me, then draw, n***a
Started from the bottom, I got conceived on the floor, n***a
Pause n***a, washing these sins away when I pour liquor
Poor n***a, eating cheese sandwiches on the porch, n***a
Randy Nichols as Candyman
You’re like Samuel playing Steven, slaving in Candyland
[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]
Ayo, anonymous shooter sending me slugs
Times in my life, I ain’t even know who my enemies was
Now they’re all in memory of
I’m by myself, I refuse to be the company misery loves
Plotting schemes, got confidential exotic dreams
I’m a king and I done been through a lot of things
Rats put my kinfolk inside a bing
N***as let the bugs in like an open window without a screen
Not a thing, I’m dodging informants
On tour, shit, I was performing with five different warrants
Helped guys provide for their daughters
Still they burn bridges like know how to survive underwater
Eating like it’s some kind of disorder
Gained a homicidal aura from monetizing the corners
Counting money since 5 in the morning
It took 23 hours to count it, remind me of driving to Florida
I’m quiet, not a dominant talker
Forgive me Father, one time, I prayed to God for a silent revolver
Huh, wished that I was a goner
Instead, I’m in a thousand-dollar robe sitting inside of a sauna
Trust!