'Licious (Candy Shop Instrumental) Lyrics

My egotistical biblical lyrical ass is back

I'm really on my egotistical shit now mane

Y'all going to love me mane

And when y'all love me

I need you Ima need you to love me a little bit more mane

I'm not gonna stop until you love me

And eventually we can kill my ego together

Ego Death

Just not yet

Hopped on a plane abroad

Gave this broad a nod

Hopped in the car

And then she followed the Don

Got to the Telly and the sun was blazing

And it felt amazing

Sun blocked by my shades

Concierge said

Welcome Bramalish you're looking mighty vicious

Like you don't clean dishes

Anything I'll get you Mista

Just call the front desk and I'll come the distance for ya

This is the life that the man Bram always wanted

Manifesting this shit has been exhausting

But now we made it

Ain't no fuckin debating

Once a kid in the cradle now I'm making paper (yeah)

I am so major

Hit me with your taser

I don't think Ima feel it

Cuz I'm the fuckin shizit bizitch

But I'll hit you with my laser

No time to save you

Hit you when the day's done

Soul black like a raven

Do me a favor

Come to Jamaica

Fun in the sun and rum with fruit punch and

Once it's redundant we'll jet to London

Flip off some cunts on our way to the pubs

And hang with the Brits for shits and for giggles

Like Malcolm in the Middle

I'm a creep like Thomas Riddle

With my balls you can fiddle

Charm will make you giggle

I'm the fuckin type of real that you can feel

Been around the world with different romances

Each one miraculous

With different tactics

She called me Mr. Bombastic

Then grabbed onto my stick

And said your johnson fantastic

Big as the Atlantic

Dick will make you frantic

She said come I want to wank it

Then I want to drank it

You can call me plankton

Come I'll give you dank dick

Ima make you rank it

Bigger than it can't get

She natural no plastic

And her ass I harassed it

And she do gymnastic

So, she do it faster

And she call me Master

Told her it doesn't matter

Do what you wanna mama it's your banana

Make your way over here little mamacita

Tell me what you want to hear hit me on your beeper

Makin rapping my career tell me is it feasible for you to have no fear

Man In The Arena

Bram making it all appear

This man on a heater

Stick with me and I'll give your stickers on your visa

Put some coral pon ya reefa

Haha

Now I'm in Yerushalayim

Drinking maim

Religion and tradition

Underwriting

A political citizen still deciding

Where the line in the sand remain divided

Let's come together now brothers and sisters

Hate breaks us down, but the lover could lift us

Some gon' get down why do others resist us

You look like a fuckin clown and it's ridiculous

But I guess that's life and you got to roll the dice

Then people decided whether they like coke or fuckin sprite

They both got sugar but they're different in the color

So why you got such a strong opinion mother fucker

They both great and they both hold weight

Why don't you shut the fuck up and go 'bout your damn day

I'm sick of this shit mane

It's causing people pain

It's hard enough to stay sane on the day to day

While trying to make a name

Find a girl that ain't the same

Be an inspiration for the legends coming after me

Wanna be his majesty

So bad I could barely breath

I could barely count to three

But my flow making money

This is fuckin tyranny

Are you fuckin hearing me

Well, if you're hearing me hear this

I'm a white mother fuckin Jew from the upper west side of Manhattan

I'm not supposed to be here but I'm shitting on you rappers

Put that in your history book

And mother fuck your stereotype

Goodnight