Misery Ransom & Nicholas Craven (Ft. 38 Spesh)

[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 niggas, 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, nigga, best believe that it’s war, nigga
Got your kids all tied up, I even the score, nigga
You don’t believe me, then draw, nigga
Started from the bottom, I got conceived on the floor, nigga
Pause nigga, washing these sins away when I pour liquor
Poor nigga, eating cheese sandwiches on the porch, nigga
Randy Nichols as Candyman
You’re like Samuel playing Steven, slaving in Candyland