LYRICS:
I love M and M’s that’s my fuckin problem, and like resee cups that’s my fuckin problem
I love M and M’s that’s my fuckin problem, and like resee cups that’s my fuckin problem
I love M and M’s that’s my fuckin problem, and like resee cups that’s my fuckin problem
If finding candy on Halloween is ya fucking problem, well I don’t really know what you gonna do…

Hold up, witches simmer down.
Welcome to the party where no flying chimps allowed 
Looking pretty fly with that broom between ya gown.
Had too many potions but too many, missed the count, huhhh
Nicky K, get like me.
No one at this party seemed to dress like me.
Ghetto red shirt and some ripped tight jeans.
Deadpool, I’m the dude in the Fresh Nikes,
Cuz I’m the homie, the homie homie, I think you know me,
Holy moly, she put together, just like Adobe, 
taking shots, I got my homies, and sugar high – too many rollies, 
She getting scared, I let her hold me.
They say candy make a youngin’ act Richie Rich!
At least we got some pixie sticks!
Downing candy corn like I be fucking bored,
Hot tamale fire yo, pass the fucking torch….beast

PheterPharker