[Intro | reverse piano | vinyl crackle | sub-bass root rumble | no drums | ancient and patient] Before your grandfather's grandfather walked this land I was here Arms growing from my head Nose like a hanging thing Roots for feet The forest has a name And it is mine [Verse 1 | basso profundo male | folk horror | uilleann pipes | slow doom | the forest speaks] They call it the Forest of Funk Because the smell reaches you first Before you hear the roots Before you see the moss Before you realize The path behind you Has grown over Every step you took The roots recorded it Every word you said The bark absorbed it You are already inside The forest keeps what it finds [Pre-Chorus | child choir minor unison | string clusters stab | the name must be said] Brr brr Patapim The trees remember your name Brr brr Patapim You should not have come to my domain [Chorus | doom metal swell | pipes and cello | slow and enormous] Brr brr Patapim The roots never let go Brr brr Patapim The forest never forgets what it's owed Every ankle it finds Every path it erases The Forest of Funk Is already in all of your faces [Verse 2 | haunted raspy girl vocaloid — SLIM | music box | psychological horror | claustrophobic] I have been in the hat Longer than he knows He thinks I arrived on a Tuesday I arrived Before the hat did From in here I see everything His thoughts come through the fabric like heat I know what he buried under the third oak I know what the wizard saw and looked away from You don't remove What has always been there He tried a balloon once I let him think it worked For seventeen minutes Then I came back The hat is mine now He just carries it [Pre-Chorus | vocaloid Slim | music box rising | one wrong note] Slim knows Slim knows What you hid beneath the root that bends left Slim knows Slim knows I have been in the hat since before you found it [Verse 3 | overdramatic Italian opera narrator | phonk enters | tuba stabs | comedy SFX | THE FEET] And now we address The other thing The thing nobody warned you about The reason the Forest of Funk Is called What it is called THE FEET ( Stiiiink So Baaaaad) Patapim has enormous feet They have not been washed Since before recorded history The flowers wilt when he walks past The birds fly the other way Tung Tung Sahur arrived at 3am Smelled what was coming Left immediately No sahur that night Bombardiro Crocodilo flew overhead Turned around mid-air Never returned Udin Din Din Din Dun Put his protein shake down Left gains behind forever The wizard Tiramisu cast a freshening spell The spell came back Crying (Slim lives in the hat for a REASON) (the hat is the only safe zone) (Slim has always known) (The Babies Cry) [Pre-Final Chorus | blast beats begin | distorted guitar enters | the boss battle approaches | Slim narrating] They came into the forest Like they had a right to Nobody warned them Nobody warns them He stood completely still Then the ground Moved [Final Chorus | COLOSSAL DUBSTEP DROP | blast beats | saturated brass | distorted guitar | bombastic horns | choir stabs | wide stereo explosion | ALL FOUR TONES AT ONCE] BRR BRR PATAPIM THE ROOTS ARE COMING UP BRR BRR PATAPIM THE GROUND IS SPLITTING SHUT EVERY ROOT FINDS AN ANKLE EVERY VINE FINDS A WALL THE FOREST BUILDS ITSELF AROUND YOU AND YOU ARE NOT COMING BACK AT ALL BRR BRR PATAPIM GUARDIAN OF THE FUNK BRR BRR PATAPIM THE TERRAIN IS PERMANENTLY CHANGED THE FEET HAVE ARRIVED SLIM SAW IT COMING THE FOREST REMEMBERS EVERY NAME EVERY TIME BRR BRR PATAPIM BRR BRR PATAPIM BRR BRR PATAPIM!! [Outro | everything drops | vinyl crackle returns | reverse piano | then sub-bass root pulse once | Slim one last croak | then silence] (roots growing) (the path is gone) (Slim is fine) (Slim is always fine) (the forest never stopped) (brr brr…) (Patapim…) (silence)
