[Instrumental Intro – Deep underwater sonar pings, bubbling mud, ominous brass, rising distorted sub-bass, explosive 808 drop] [Verse 1] A tiny little worm was born, no bigger than a string, In a turret on his daddy's tower, livin' like a king. His pops had built an empire, made the whole damn earth shake, And living up to Daddy? More than one small worm could take! [Verse 2] He figured out real early, "Never quit, no matter what, Keep chasing every wild-ass dream with everything you've got!" He heard the word "sail" and got instantly on board: He'd own a big-ass sailboat in a distant Nordic fjord! [Verse 3] He heard a brutal tale—this one had Willie shook: His cousins writhed in panic on a fisherman's sharp hook. Those humans served 'em up to trout, a squirming worm buffet, 'Cause trout just love their wormy lunch, the special of the day! [Pre-Chorus – Beat cuts out, ominous heartbeat bass] No arms, no legs, no eyes, no ears—he'd never throw a blow, But killer instinct's in his blood—NOW LET THE BASSLINE GO! [Chorus – Explosive 808 drop, aggressive gang vocals] BIG BOY WILLIE TWO! (TWO!) He's inherited the name! Another chapter in the worm-book—now he's changing the game! He swims in muddy puddles, throws down in the rain, Imagines trout are terrified when he brings the PAIN! [Instrumental Solo – Dirty wobble bass, frantic scratches, rapid-fire drums, distorted nautical brass] [Verse 4] The toughest worm for THREE WHOLE FEET! He owned that patch of ground, His grandworm ghosts were screaming, "That's the baddest dude around!" He strutted down a dirt road, with swagger and with pride, Then sprawled across a lakeside dock to challenge what's inside! [Verse 5] At that enormous size, he was impossible to miss, One angler saw him lying there and said, "Now THIS is bliss!" He chose him for the fishing hook, a perfect piece of bait— Exactly what young Willie wanted. Man, he couldn't wait! [Verse 6] The angler tried to hook him, but his grip began to slip, The barb went through his finger—blood was dripping from the tip! "Why's this little monster strong? What gives him all that might? I hope he dances underwater so the trout will bite!" [Chorus – Massive bass drop, shouted call-and-response] BIG BOY WILLIE TWO! (SPLASH!) Goes dancing through the blue! No clue how big a trout might be—or what those fish can do! No eyes to spot the danger, so his fear is out of sight, He's bouncing on that fishhook: "HEY! COME TAKE A BITE!" [Instrumental Solo – Aggressive distorted sub-bass, sonar alarms, chaotic trap percussion, sudden silence] [Bridge – Dark cinematic breakdown, heartbeat kick, accelerating drums] The first trout hit him sideways—he hadn't found his groove, It slipped his iron body-lock with one last desperate move. But the next three met their maker—he perfected the routine, Three fish down, no expression: little Willie stayed serene! [Verse 7] Fish after fish went flying in the fisherman's old pail, And no one back in town would ever buy that fishy tale. He bagged up Willie, soil and all, then grinned from ear to ear, And started his own business: "FRESH FISH, NO FISHING GEAR!" [Verse 8] They became best buddies, headed out across the sea, The whole idea was Willie's—he said, "Trust me, follow me!" Now even sharks were running scared, their numbers dropping low, "WHO NEEDS A BIGGER BOAT WHEN YOU'VE GOT WILLIE? LET'S GO!" [Chorus – Maximum bass, wild gang vocals, triumphant distorted brass] BIG BOY WILLIE TWO! (TWO!) The terror of the sea! From bait to boss—the king of canned-fish industry! His brand is number one, his cans on every shelf, He left his kids a giant fortune—couldn't spend it all himself! [Instrumental Solo – Insane 808 bass assault, wild scratching, frantic drums, triumphant nautical melody] [Spoken Outro – Deep deadpan voice, minimal bass pulse] Now size ain't always everything—it's the dream that carries you, And if a worm can rule the seas... THEN MAYBE YOU CAN TOO! [Instrumental Outro – Thunderous final bass drop, sonar ping, distant seagulls, fading bubbles] [End]
