Shaggy and Skooby Drop The Case (CumpletelyRestartedRemix)

(Verse 1) Shaggy lit a joint the size of a bat, Said, “Fuck ghosts, man—I’m done with that.” Scooby grabbed a brownie, laced to hell, And growled, “Ruh-roh, I ain’t feelin' well.” (Verse 2) Velma’s in the van, yellin’ ‘bout clues, But Shaggy’s out back, sippin' mushroom brews. Daphne’s pissed, Fred’s uptight, Scoob and Shag just rolled up tight. (Chorus) They ain’t solving shit no more, Too damn high, passed out on the floor. Bongs in the Mystery Machine, Crumbs and resin where clues had been. Fuck a phantom, screw a ghoul, Shag and Scoob just wanna drool. (Verse 3) Haunted house? More like haunted snack run, They broke in the kitchen, now the fridge is done. Laughin’ at shadows, talkin’ to trees, Scoob's licking walls, beggin’ for cheese. (Verse 4) Fred’s got a trap? Man, who gives a fuck? We’re hotboxing this van, rollin’ in luck. Zombies moan, witches scream, But Shaggy’s dreaming in a THC stream. (Chorus) They ain’t solving shit no more, They’re too fried to even open the door. Clue maps turned to roach clips now, They’re higher than that damn ghost cow. Fred can chase his cryptic dreams— We’re lost in weed and snack food schemes. (Bridge) Scooby Dooby Doo, where the fuck are you? Probably buried in a weed bag or two. Shaggy's trippin’, talkin’ to God, Scoob’s on the roof eatin’ a corn dog. (Final Chorus) They ain’t solving shit, get used to that, Bong hits bigger than a baseball bat. The gang’s in chaos, but they don’t care— They’re vibin’ with spirits that ain’t even there. (Outro) So if you see the van and it smells like skunk, Don’t knock, don’t talk, don’t try your luck. The mystery’s over, the curtain fell— Shag and Scoob are high as hell.