[Verse 1: SwizZz]
Yo what's up Anthony
It’ll be a lie to say you dead and you’re gone
Cause you was sitting at my desk writing a verse to this song
So can you please do me a favor, tell the truth to your mom
She been on me for weeks wondering what's taking so long
I tried to get your back [?] buy a little more time
To finish your rhyme but Frances kept hitting my line like
"SwizZzle, I've seen you been acting
Please no more theatrics
I talked to you a month ago
Now can you tell me your status what's up"
I'm sorry man I had to do what I do
I would have had this done in August if it wasn't for you
Please don't diss me like The Jokerr and make Sidekick 2
I know you're mad I've been away, but imma come back soon
We can collab on the next track
You can be my Quintin Miller
You're the ghost writer, I deliver
Ain't no combo realer
Ain't no duo iller
We'll make hits and never fillers
If you feel me, hold it strong
Cause the show is going on

[Hook]
Dead Candy
Maestro down, the lights go
Even though you're gone
And we miss you
We kiss you every time we smile
The show must go on
Now we have a place open for you there at the banquet ball
Even though you're gone
Well listen till we meet again soon it will only be a while
The show must go on
[Verse 2: Brains Mcloud]
Hey mom
So glad you could stay strong
Stay calm
It was your idea to bring me back in this séance
Looking inside, breathe. Like it's funny it [?]
Eyes roll back, trying to see how his brain run
To those that can actually hear me
I'm Anthony Healy
I was maimed when a man dragged me under a van screaming
It's a tragedy really
I'm about to take revenge
I'll harm him till he can take a breath
And start breathing and taste the death and until he
Smells his own guilt and he can't take the stench until he
Accepts blame and puts his wrists against your ears and [?] until he
Can't look at his son but see my face instead until he
Breaks and thinks himself as his own grave to rest
And every time he turn to see a child run and play
Gonna relive that ugly day
He took my life the fuck away
He stuck in a grind house [?] dead candy
Running and [?]
Praying for someone to put you down like a pound dog
Alright mom
[Hook]

[Verse 3: The Jokerr]
I never had to rap about a mother's dead child
Guess I can scratch it off the bucket list now
I tried to keep it mild
But then I was like how
The shit is dark, vehicular homicide pow (Wow)
You got life cut short and that sucks ass
Who would have figured that you would have passed in a truck crash
Whoever did it is gonna bask in a bloodbath
When Gavin gets ahold of him and starts to just slash
But enough of truck crashes and slashes
Let's talk about the good things coming from your passing
Your mother just discovered her passion
And got me and SwizZzle together, no one ever thought it ever happened
Look at that shit, now we are one step closer to burying the hatchet
Now your mother is taking the pain of your loss and turning it into something she can really have a impact with
(OBV Records?) That's it

[Hook] x2