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...