| Candyland, we dont play here
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| Masterplan, we’re about the dough
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| Understand, you can die here
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| Gingerbread, run around with Chico
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| Shook up, I know they won’t get me
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| Cookies and candy, being stingy with gingy
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| Clear the block out, reign here is done
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| Guns spits shells, turns faces to crumbs
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| We learned to stay numb, cause here we die young
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| Half baked crew dont wait, we take funds
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| We break you, your bubblegum
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| Down we shake you, torture
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| Hoping to say we’ll make you
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| … and try to rise up, thats what this cake do
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| Paranoid, I haunt like cookie boys
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| Stove broken, natural ingredients, state smoking
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| Destroy all, we ain’t joking
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| So, icing off, slice and all watching em fall
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| Shortbread squeeze, leave for more debt
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| Showing the maple sugar, the gat extract
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| Standing ovation in the streets, we clap
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| Encore, love it so much we clap more
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| For sure, the cake we sell here is raw
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| (missing line)
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| The world is mine, check my stats, my word is bond
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| (missing lines)
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| Candyland, we dont play here
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| Masterplan, we’re about the dough
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| Understand, you can die here
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| Gingerbread, run around with Chico |