Lyrics:

Five verses of death, when I say death, all that's left
Is the breath that I kept as you slept on your rep
I'm reprimanding you, yep, I'm handing you a plan or two
And don't even need a C-R-E-W
Because you're through, so you can boogaloo to the east of me
Before you bring out the motherfuckin' beast in me
A metamorphosis is now taking place
As heard in my lyrics, as seen on my face
Taste the sweetness of victory trickling down my tongue
And not a one young dumb sprung bum can get some
Like a California Coke is how I rate his heart shakin'
Not to be mistaken as a breakin', but I'm breakin'
Vibes on your high tones never used before
Kick it so wicked, I confuse your whore
Score a couple of points, roll joints like a game of craps
So disappointed at your same lame raps
Chapstick, pistol, lipstick, snitch, snitch, a lick up on
Quick to dig for the chick that you're trickin' on
My fan mail stands well above rooftops
So try Gandhian if you haven't had your boots knocked
Rock the spot, got your girlfriend hot
Hopped right on my jock and she didn't get caught
Droppin' dongs at will on all who ear
You say, 'Stall and chill,' but I steal to the grill still
Lyrics of the fourth verse stabbin' your chest
Getting permanent rest, yes, I'm rappin' the best
Just adjust the levels on your car stereo
Turn the volume to the right and the louder we go
Now you know that Candy's not the one to be clowned
Pound for pound, sound for sound, I won the round
Overwhelmed by the knowledge I kick, the college I pick
Is my prerogative, so I decided to switch
Not to cop out or drop out, but just to record
Praise the Lord, here's the reward, we afford
Fresh breaks and cuts wake you up like insomnia
More dope tracks than a sack from Colombia
You slang 'caine sayin' damn to your people
The dope I got's not a gram or a kilo
Not illegal, that ain't why the slaves were free
Sayin' what you need, but you can't even read
See, greed provokes you to go for my title
A fight with Tyson might not have felt
As bad, and I'm glad you can accept it
Lyrics so shocking, you can call it electric
Perfected, so exit through the stage door left
As I told you before, these are the verses of death
'Cause it's a musical event in the event you think I'm braggin'
Just come to my show, so you can enter the dragon
Welcome to the horrifyin' verse of the third kind
With legendary lyrics so hard to find
I'm in position to dismiss 'em if he ain't poppin' true facts
Yo, 'cause I could do that to new jacks
Affiliated with the greatest created in L.A
Tone Loc, Rhyme Syndicate, N.W.A
Eazy-E, King Tee, TNT and Low Pro
Ice Cube, Sir Jinx, even Yo-Yo
When I go solo, you look at my photo
I'm Tony Loc with crazy vocals
Hyper the mic like a psychopathic
So dramatic for the static, gotta have it if you copy
Sittin' underneath me grittin' your teeth
Relief comes only when you're six feet deep
Then you rest in peace, so don't test me, G
Kickin' up dust so tough you would swear it was a motocross
Wearin' hiking boots and overalls
Flexin' to perfection, no second guessin'
Listen up close, don't mean to boast, but I'm hard as an erection
Section after section, your selection's gettin' obvious
Since you're the sloppiest, it's obvious to copy this
Format like a doormat on the floor, said you're walkin' to it
But when you do it, pursue it like you knew it all the time
Because my rhyme is indefinite
This is def as you can get
But it ain't over yet
Let your hands be free
And wave 'em to the sounds of me
And as the second verse kicks, only
Weapon that clicks is my vocal ability
I can see a new era, a terror, and I'm the pallbearer
I'm preparin' your coffin as often as you start talkin' that nonsense
Then I'm loccin' up like a convict
There's no way to witness the physical fitness
When I come equipped with explicit lyrics, you're on my shit list
Gifted with the knowledge of the street
And I devour cowards who's powerful beef you shouldn't eat
If you don't work, I was told
And I work hard to make a record worth gold
I better never underestimate a black youth
We can make it if we take it, this track is proof
Execute a nigga woofin' that censorship
'Cause a brother like me is on the vengeful tip
Get a grip every time I rip a shelf
And if you trip, I'ma triple the strength of my flow
When I flow on the verse of the first that I'm usin'
More like an intro, but yet the conclusion
Rollin' with lyrics interwoven like a spiderweb
Controllin' the swollen head, 'cause I got a wider edge
Never a dead or a dull, quiet moment
You said you were violent, but you're a silent opponent
I should've known it was a sucker like yourself
Who never planned on the Candyman's verses of death
What's left is a party over here
Bring the Bacardi, the Tanqueray, the genuine draft beer
Voice so clear without distortion
If your lyrics were infants, then I'd suggest an abortion
Just a word of caution to the curious
Don't get delirious, don't take me serious, I'll get furious
And end it in a public display
For the punks that always got somethin' funky to say
And spank that ass like a newborn
Put my foot so far up, you'll need a shoehorn
Remove you like a callus, this is my palace
In my opinion, my dominion, and all the women
They wanna give in to the rhythm that make you wanna shake your pants
So play me like the lottery and take your chance
More advanced than a '92 calendar
These are the verses of death, now you're left like a scavenger