Nothing like hiring a rapper to perform a three and a half minute music video to, well, unsell your product. After one of Method man’s homies rips open a bag of Sour Patch Kids launching the Kids all over the pad, Method Man launches into a rap that can only be described as…hmm…candy bashing. Check out the video and lyrics below.
The work was created by Mother New York and is called World Gone Sour.
Coming back out the cracks of sofas and fanny packs
This ain’t a candy rap this is where the candy attacks
See when they’re lost that’s when their sanity snaps
They break laws, not Jawbreakers, but break jaws.
In fact, real heavy like a monkey on your back
Got some thumb tacks playing pin the donkey with the cat
Bump that, plant a firecracker where you dump at
Right beside the shower where you keep the d*** pump at
Oh no they’re creeping like some ninjas in the dojo
They’ll knock the little man off the horsie on your polos for sure yo
Crushing all your dreams cut the strings in your yoyo
Trade your Lamborghini to your Volvo
Till now I bet you thought this was a promo
But no no, this is Boba Fett meets Han Solo
Kids gone loco until you sink your teeth in
You know the motto, if life’s a treat then you’re eatin…
These kids are cruel till the day that they’re chewed damn
That’s bad news now they’re in a bad mood damn
First they’re sour then they’re sweet little dudes
And they will fight the power till they’re food.
Now eat em up, eat em up
Shut up and eat em up
This beat goes hard, I gotta beat it up
It’s like I’m young I gotta heat it up.
And when the candy goes wrong gotta eat em up.
Oh snap look what fell out the patch
Right in this fool’s lap how uncool is that.
Alright jack, now you’re on the wrong side of the map
With a busted GPS on the wrong side of the snacks
That fight back in fact they’re rolling like the army
Throw bleach in your laundry then unfold your origami
I like that some snacks are sweeter in the end
But then again, ain’t nothing sweeter than revenge
Now they’re on your Facebook deleting all your friends
Clogging up your toilet with a poop eating grin
All up in your closet cutting holes in every pocket
That you’d like to keep your wallet that’s a promise I’m a pimp
Wipe the music off your MP3, burn a rug, pull the plug on your MTV
This is thug vision in 3D, and these kids ain’t worried they play dirty like they’re O.D.B.
These kids are cruel till the day that they’re chewed damn
That’s bad news now they’re in a bad mood damn
First they’re sour then they’re sweet little dudes
And they will fight the power till they’re food.
Now eat em up, eat em up
Shut up and eat em up
This beat goes hard, I gotta beat it up
It’s like I’m young I gotta heat it up.
And when the candy goes wrong gotta eat em up.
