SUCCOTASH 🐱 [Extended Lyrics by Tobie Wolfen]

[Verse 1] Somebody call the bomb squad, I’ve been bombarded by bomb shells with mom bods, I’m double bagging all the double taps, Stuffing cash in duffel bags under the dash, I’ve got the power puff girls in the bubble bath, Running laps on cats suffering succotash, I’m feeling like that SpongeBob pic, Carrying white like my sun block’s thick, [Verse 2] I’m in the lab like Dexter with the door locked, Dee Dee in my head making everything short-crop, Johnny Bravo mirror talk, chin up, hair slick, Flexing in the static like the tape got a death grip, Courage in the farmhouse screaming at the moonlight, Eustace with the mask, looking wrong in the porch light, Scooby in the back with the van full of snacks, Velma lost the plot but she still found the tracks, [Pre-Chorus] Looney in the loop, got the room going sideways, Rabbit hole deep, took a wrong turn on Friday, Static in my smile, got the screen looking wavy, Cartoon physics when the floor won’t save me, [Chorus] Boom, boom, call the bomb squad, My head’s full of anvils and the drop’s gone odd, Bang, bang, everybody duck down, I’m ten frames late but I still run town, Boom, boom, call the bomb squad, Big bad bass with a sugar-rush god, Zap, crack, laugh when the lights go black, I bounce right back like a cartoon act, [Verse 3] I’m Animaniac loose in the water tower, Pinkie and the Brain plotting schemes by the hour, Ren and Stimpy grin with the gross-out glamour, Beat got bent by a rusty tape jammer, I’m Ed, Edd n Eddy with a jawbreaker hustle, Selling bad dreams out the cul-de-sac muscle, Samurai Jack with the blade in the bassline, Aku in the booth making faces through the grapevine, [Bridge] Shadows in the cereal, Sugar turning serial, Saturday morning got spiritual, Everything’s bright but the feeling is criminal, Whisper in falsetto, monster in the low end, Cartoon heart with a villainous omen, Laugh track cracked and the frame starts smoking, Mouth keeps moving but the words stay broken, [Verse 4] Tom chase Jerry through the walls of my memory, Dropped an anvil on the beat, now it’s yelling at the melody, Bugs took a left turn, popped up in my psyche, Daffy with the lisp telling labels they should sign me, Garfield on a Monday with a plate full of lasagna, Lazy but the bass hit harder than a saga, Ash with the cap, got the pocket full of monsters, Team Rocket blasting off from the subwoofer’s posture, [Final Chorus] Boom, boom, call the bomb squad, My head’s full of anvils and the drop’s gone odd, Bang, bang, everybody duck down, I’m ten frames late but I still run town, Boom, boom, call the bomb squad, Big bad bass with a sugar-rush god, Zap, crack, laugh when the lights go black, I bounce right back like a cartoon act, [Outro] Bomb squad, bomb squad, Cartoon chaos in a cracked-up hard drive, Bomb squad, bomb squad, I’m still alive when the frame rate flatlines, Bomb squad, bomb squad, Lo-fi villain with a halo on sideways, Bomb squad, bomb squad, Fade to black through the Saturday static.