Ahh mayne, how did I forget these chits...
fucc it - I gots time today. I'm handin' out fades, niccas.
ERRY CANDY THEY TRY TO PAWN OFF ON YOU AT THE MOVIES IS ASS.
Milk Duds, the fucc out.
Raisinettes, the fucc out.
Goobers, that don't even sound like some chit a real nicca should be touching. The fucc out.
Junior Mints? The fucc out.
Mike & Ikes, Hot Tamales, and Good & Plenty? I ain't gon' tell 'em to get out...yet.
But c'mon - that's all the same chit. They can't keep fuccin' wit' us this way....
- ALL LICORICE, GET THE HELL OUT.
"B-B-but, Taadow - they got fruit licorice now-" I don't give a FUHHHCK, ALL OF IT OUT. NOW
- 100 Grand? More like 5 cents. They put everything that's wack in candy all together. The. FUCC. OUUUT.
- Sugar Babies and Sugar Daddies, they whole family can get the fucc out.
- Butter Rum Life Savers? What in the fucc? How you gonna have something rum flavored but not alcoholic? The fucc out.
- Errbody sayin' Almond Joy (and they're right) but not Mounds? Get that chit out, too...
- You ever had a Zero bar? Me neither! Get that chit out...
- Real talk: fucc most of the Wonka stuff. Fucc his factory, too.
- I ate a Root Beer Barrel once because I thought it was something else, and I got so depressed. I don't ever wanna feeeeeeeel,
like I felt that day.
I'm like Audi 5000 out this bytch. SEXUAL CHOCOLATE! *mic toss*