Candyman Insane Clown Posse

[Intro: Violent J]
"Looking for some special candy, are you?"
"You know it."
"Perhaps some bad candy? Hmm?"
"Hell yeah"
"Maybe some of them two shot chew pops? With enough punch to blow rude tops out they poop box?"
"Uh huh"
"Them cherry-dipped missiles are dandy, man. Who's equipped to get shit loads? The candy man!"
"Who?"

[Chorus: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
Two scoops, goosebumps, mud stumps, tombstones
Fruit juice, loose lumps, fudge chunks, scoop cones
I'm the candy man, got your candy, man
Get that fetty ready quick, I'll have it handy, man
My variety of flavor depends on your paper
So if you can afford it, Candy can import it
I'm the candy man, got your candy, man
Get that fetty ready quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick

[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope]
I gives a shit what you crave or how you choose to misbehave
Create a fuckin' sex slave or fill your tenth grave
Need a Pez dispenser, a Ruger with the sensor
Need a box of Red Hots, Glocks with the red dots
Come up with the cheddar, I'm runnin' through the dark web
Ain't shit too hard to get, I'll ship your sweetheart's head
If the plastic come apart, the box is comin' dark red
Even though a part bled, it's well worth the charge bread
You lookin' for them snap cappers or them loud poppers?
I'll get you crowd stoppers, or them silent cop droppers
Some shit that'll breach the vest of ATF coppers
Even reach defense in urgent ghetto bird choppers
Got them popcorn top uniform heart stoppers
Big shop pig pop and fuckin' wig floppers
Got them suckers and yuckers and fuckin' truffles and puckers
And hip hop for your hots blowin' through you mother fuckers