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mc chris - reese lyrics

you can have a skittle, a mento or a sweet tart.
it ain’t no riddle, you don’t need an id card.
it’s not illegal, it might give you some cavities.
it’s kinda little, i’ll take a handful if you please.
yo, everyone loves ’em, from animatronics from outer sp-ce.
can’t get enough of them, i’ll empty a bag right into my face.
you get ’em at movies. get them in a combo meal to save
doesn’t represent a rainbow, might melt in your hand if you dare to wait.
it comes in a cup or chocolate bar varieties.
comes in three colors, the three you see in autumn leaves.
they’re kinda spooky, synonymous with halloween.
they are the dookie – you’ll find a sack inside the freeze.

reese’s pieces at the movies, reese’s pieces slumber party.
we’ll eat reese’s in the treehouse, we’ll eat reese’s on safari.
candy coated and you know it, peanut b-tter, it’s no wonder
reese’s pieces got me wheezin’, free me from the spell i’m under.
reese’s pieces at the movies, reese’s pieces slumber party.
we’ll eat reese’s in the treehouse, we’ll eat reese’s on safari.
candy coated and you know it, peanut b-tter, it’s no wonder
reese’s pieces got me wheezin’, free me from the spell i’m under.
reese’s pieces!

world’s fair, chicago in the year of 1893,
a man named milton, a disaster outta lancaster, p.
inspired by the germans and their chocolate making machinery
he invented milk chocolate or stole it from the swiss, that’s history.
so milton built a factory, and a town and a park and a school for orphans,
made bars and kisses and chips real cheap so poor peeps could afford them.
what a great depression – nine-twenty, not funny, no money in the pocket,
‘cept pennsylvania where milton kept on cranking out chocolate.
the mr. goodbar and then a world war and milton did his part.
made anti-aircraft guns and sent the soldiers chocolate bars.
meanwhile they had a ship in, was secretly dipped in peanut b-tter
in his pennsylvania bas-m-nt. it was so exciting, cue the lightning/thunder.
name’s harry burnett, you can bet my -ss didn’t go to harvard.
be hold up in a cup, couldn’t have done it without george washington carver.
“i was living the high life – champagne, limousine, it was a trip,
then i died of a heart attack – all for naught, i was bought in fifty-six.”
now please fast-forward to the seventies, scientists discover penuche.
peanut b-tter’s too oily, pieces takes their part in the food chain,
and their name is commonplace in the latest interview with a lady named witherspoon.
don’t eat a whole bag, kid, ’cause mom’ll be mad and dad said dinner’s soon.

reese’s pieces at the movies, reese’s pieces slumber party.
we’ll eat reese’s in the treehouse, we’ll eat reese’s on safari.
candy coated and you know it, peanut b-tter, it’s no wonder
reese’s pieces got my wheezin’, free me from the spell i’m under.
reese’s pieces at the movies, reese’s pieces slumber party.
we’ll eat reese’s in the treehouse, we’ll eat reese’s on safari.
candy coated and you know it, peanut b-tter, it’s no wonder
reese’s pieces got my wheezin’, free me from the spell i’m under.
reese’s pieces!

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