[Intro — robotic announcer] From the neon grid… Beyond the vending machine… One creature rises… Half moon fox. Half soda can. All problem. BEPIS. [Verse 1] I saw it rollin’ through the vapor light, Red eyes glowing like it skipped a fight. Can-shaped body with the moonlit drip, Carbonated demon with a corporate chip. It said “ベピス” with a digital purr, Then the whole arcade started worshipping her. Michelangelo’s bust looked scared and confused, Like, “I made marble, not whatever this dude used.” [Pre-Chorus] Pop the tab, hear the prophecy sing, Fizz in the sky like a cyberpunk king. No one knows what it wants from me, But it’s got electrolytes and anxiety. [Chorus] BEPIS! The chosen drink! Makes your brain go neon pink! Moonlight fox in a soda disguise, Carbonation in its evil eyes! BEPIS! Don’t stop, don’t think! It’s not a pet, it’s a beverage link! If it starts to glow, don’t blink— You’ve been chosen by the drink! [Verse 2] It doesn’t bark, it just opens with a hiss, Sprays the room with forbidden citrus mist. Tried to catch it with a Poké—uh, nope, It filed a trademark claim with a laser scope. Ran through the mall at the speed of regret, Knocked over a man and his cassette set. The security guard said, “Sir, is that yours?” I said, “No, but it just bought stock in four stores.” [Pre-Chorus 2] The palms are pink, the grid is blue, The vending gods are watching you. One sip deep and your soul starts syncing, Why is the statue slowly drinking? [Chorus] BEPIS! The chosen drink! Makes your brain go neon pink! Moonlight fox in a soda disguise, Carbonation in its evil eyes! BEPIS! Don’t stop, don’t think! It’s not a pet, it’s a beverage link! If it starts to glow, don’t blink— You’ve been chosen by the drink! [Bridge — dramatic anime monologue] They told us it was only a soda. They told us it was only a fox. They told us the can was empty. They lied. The tab was never meant to be pulled. [Breakdown — funky synth bass] Bep-bep-bep-bep-BEPIS! Fizz-fizz-fizz-fizz-FATE! Sip-sip-sip-sip-SYSTEM ERROR! Moon fox at the gate! Bep-bep-bep-bep-BEPIS! Gridline overload! I asked for a cola— It entered beast mode! [Final Chorus] BEPIS! The chosen drink! Makes your brain go neon pink! Moonlight fox in a soda disguise, Carbonation in its evil eyes! BEPIS! Don’t stop, don’t think! It’s not a pet, it’s a beverage link! If it starts to glow, don’t blink— You’ve been chosen by the drink! [Outro — robotic announcer] Bepis. The taste of tomorrow. The creature of tonight. Side effects may include: nostalgia, confusion, synth addiction, and being stared at by a judgmental marble bust. BEPIS. THE CHOSEN DRINK.
