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Reese's Peanut Butter Cups are a brand of candy bar filled with peanut butter and coated with chocolate, marketed by The Hershey Company. They were created in 1923 by H. B. Reese, a former dairy farmer and shipping foreman for Milton S. Hershey. Reese was inspired by Hershey, so he left the dairy farm to start his own candy business. The H. B. Reese Candy Co. was established in the basement of Reese's house in Hershey, Pennsylvania, and used Hershey chocolate in his confections. Reese's Peanut Butter Cups were his most popular candy, and Reese eventually discontinued his other lines. Several years after his death, Reese's company was sold to The Hershey Company, then known as Hershey Foods Corporation, in 1963 for $23.5 million. The H.B. Reese Company is maintained as a subsidiary of Hershey because the Reese plant workforce is not unionized, unlike the main Hershey plant.
Variations in Reeses cup size affect the chocolate to peanut butter content ratio. Larger Reeses cups typically contain a larger amount of peanut butter. Hershey's produces "limited editions" of the candy that have included:
Yeah, yeah (M-I-C), yeah, yeah
My arms are heavy, knees weak, palms are sweaty
Niggaz wanna see me gone already (uh)
From this song on to song, you bout to be swept away
Yesterday is long gone (uh)
I took some time, to redefine my style
I, kept my cool, summers behind the clouds (uh)
You lames can't put me in the same category as a rookie
Nope, my name ain't new
Rappers can't push me, as high as I can
Push myself, you not inspirin (uh)
The stolen spot is open, I chose to not, listen
And I don't even know what's hot or we dissin
Or who's consistent or who's nice or not
Who's on top, or who's wife is sniffin (oh)
Or who's meltin soon, to be failin
All I know is the way, the streets felt bout "Boom"
Regardless, nigga pump yo brakes
Ya car is movin fast, we will lump your face (yeah)
Regardless, me and Cash will come
And take yo ass away far, nigga don't play (uh)
Regardless, the M-I-C
We kickin ass and takin names, you can't ID (uh)
Regardless, me and Tre is comin
Out to play wit you today, it's curfew
D-Elite! we comin wit the lightin and thunder
Under the rain, to pump it, you need a jeep! (uh)
You need at least some speakers, while ya glued
To ya seat, from cruisin, while I creep through ya system
I'm gon' be heard, as God is my word
Deliverin the kind of murder, KOCH don't deserve
The real will cop it, every label in the world
Look out for me, I will kill yo roster
(Yeah, yeah) I will shut this shit down!
And on top of that, I could fuck yo bitch now
It's hard to believe, that Columbia couldn't market me
To do numbers like D-12 at least!
I played myself, for radio play
I never dance, but the skill it self, is a second chance (yeah)
I'm BACK wit two's by me, start the beef