Ghettosocks - Out for Treats lyrics

I threw my hoodie on and
Said "I'm out for treats"

Watching Count Sockula descend
From the throne
And wriggle in delight when I
Send you this poem
I'm out for treats, tell your cat to keep six
Save my paper so I rap flavor like
'I need this' each step I take brings me
Closer to the goodies
Peanut butter oat-meals a pirate's cookie-yum
Eat 'em up quick, haters eat a dick
Sugar-free gum
Need a green thumb plus Swedish fish
Boo please
I'm begging for poutine hot chicken
Wings with the ranch, no blue cheese
Whose steeze melts a track oh so gooey?
Socks and Jorun - Now gimme your Jous Louis
Look I'm not joking around, yellow, orange
And brown Reese's Pieces all over the ground
Mama always said junk'll rot out your teeth
But, I don't care though
Cause I'm out for treats

Me and my peeps got hot eats in the grotto
Fresh meat in the taco
Extra cheese in the nacho
Crisp Tee reading 'got beef? is the motto'
Lounged on the couch peeling
Tangerines from Morocco
Chocolate Milk in bags? I'm
Slashing up the spout
While your family is out
I'll raid the pantry of your house
Been known to make a Jam
Sammy for your spouse
She got candy in her mouth
Rocking panties and a blouse
Used to call her 'Icey'
(Flying as snow breezing)
And always bought her treats cause
She cried for no reason
Found out she was secretly
High through four seasons
And partied every night
But would lie alone weekends
Like 'Girl why you so complicated?'
Then I turned back to my Pizza
Pop and ate it she started trying to tell me
Something about her needs
I threw my hoodie on and
Said 'I'm out for treats'