Whats up? This is Brandon, otherwise known as "Kandyman". By now you've probably noticed I'm not the typical artist you hear all the time trying to manipulate people with "dope beats". I'm about trying to get my point across with words. I'm a lyricist that's just who I am. I could give a fuck less if you don't like my "flow" or you think I could of used a better beat for a song. I've always been about my words and I'm not changing that now just because you think I'm suppose to sound a certain way. If Rap (if that's what you want to call it) doesn't work out for me, I could easily see myself getting into some journalism. Maybe journalism is my true calling, who really knows. All I know is as long as I'm getting my voice out there, I'm doing what I've always wanted to do.
-Hidden From Society: The Mixtape
1. Welcome Intro
2. Respect My Authority
3. The Predator
4. Sarah..
5. Demon
6. Karma
7. Like A Whore
8. Paranoia
9. Lose My Mind [Production by EKX]
10. Rhyme Animal
11. Fake Friends
12. How My Heart Died
13. Fuck The Mainstream
14. My Music [Production by EKX]
(link coming soon)
-The Dark Side: Halloween Mixtape
1. Intro
2. Demented
3. Unholy Trinity (feat. EKX & Jus Allah) [Production by EKX]
4. All I Know Is Death
5. Neighborhood Rapist
6. Fxck God
7. I Bleed For You
8. Outro [Production by EKX]
Lyrics
I love to eat babies of all kinds & all sorts.
Nothing's more pleasant then chomping on their raw corpse.
When I say that I crave for some baby back ribs
I don't mean packs of pork, I want a stack of kids.
I'll dip them in barbecue sauce, that shits yummy.
Get in my stomach child & fatten this tummy.
Fuck going to grocery stores, I'm just too picky.
I drive up to kids & ask them to ride with me.
I have a bike in the backseat, here's some candy.
With my eating habits, this van comes in handy.
It sounds nasty but don't bite it till you try it.
After one lick, I made it my complete diet.
A normal day consists of abducting newborns
cause theres so many dishes I wish to perform
Tiny legs & arms float in the pit of my guts.
All I see is baby strollers when my eyes shut.
Blankets & pacifiers scatter the kitchen.
Guess what I'm fixing; Here's a hint, it's not chicken.
I don't feel any guilt. That's just not who I am.
Even if I'm not hungry, I'll kill cause I can.
I've even put a child in the microwave,
just to watch his blood splatter all over the place.
One time I killed a baby with 6 pounds of bricks.
I'm so demented, I've stolen ultrasound pics.
My bedroom walls are plastered with that type of stuff.
It's a rough addiction, but I can't get enough.
I can't live without it, so pass me a fetus.
Fuck Virgin Mary, I'll eat her baby Jesus.
I browse the park daily & kidnap the babies.
If mothers chase me, I'll attack the ladies.
You better back off bitch & go get your own meal,
or I might eat you too & I'm being for real.
Children hang by meat hooks inside of my closet.
The smell is so strong, it even makes me nauseous.
I let corpses dry out before I start cooking.
When there's not enough food, thats when I start looking.
Thats when I pull out my knife & carry a net.
I eat, then use whats left to make marionettes.
I love puppets & I love the little kiddies.
I am to sickness what Puffy is to Diddy.
Fuck you Dr. Phil, babies is all that I need.
I feed off of their flesh & giggle when they bleed.
If I'm sad, I pull out an axe & slice infants.
When the deeds done, I'm happy in like a minute.
The little buggers amuse me, it's how I cope.
If I'm mad, I'll throw a child around by a rope.
In my down time, I sit back & watch the TV.
"A little boy went missing earlier this evening."
