The Candyman
You say it’s hella dope to meet me
And all I have to say
It’s hella dope to meet you too
And you’re getting hella dope today
No, this won’t be memorable
Of this you can be sure
If your disease is reality
Then I’ve got the cure
'Cause I’m the Candyman, the Candyman
The most educated bartender in all of this land
The Candyman, the Candyman
Knocking you out with a wave of my hand
It’s all about context,
That’s my feeling
It’s all about context,
And my context is healing
It’s all about context
And if it isn’t
All about context
I’ll be in prison
‘Cause I’m the Candyman, the Candyman
getting your kids just as blotto as I can
the Candyman, the Candyman
Packin’ the highest grade dope in all the land
Yes, ma’am, I’m sure
That gas smells bad
But you know, ma’am,
It’ll make him glad
Yes ma’am I hear
That syrup tastes bad
But if I knew that for sure
I’d be an unemployed dad
Cause I’m the Candyman, the Candyman
Gassing your kids just as fast as I can
The Candyman, the Candyman
And if I weren’t a doc I’d be living in a windowless van…
6/1/16
© By Author
For Contest: That Colorful Drug
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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