[Intro: distorted bass, distant frog croak, playful spoken female vocal] Okay, okay. I'll stop. No more frog noises. I promise. [Three seconds of silence] ...Ribbit. [Massive guitar impact] MOTHERFUCKER! [Verse 1: bouncy downtuned deathcore groove] Sitting in the kitchen Mindin' my own shit Making little noises Just a tiny little ribbit Somebody says, "Keromi!" I say, "What did I do?" "Can you stop the frog sounds?" [Whisper] ...Ribbit to you too. I was gonna be respectful I was gonna play it nice But you looked me in the eyeballs And you told me to be quiet Now I'm sitting on the counter With a stupid little grin And every time you say my name— I FUCKING DO IT AGAIN! [Pre-Chorus: rising drums, playful snarls] You said stop! I heard louder. You said please! I heard prouder. You said no! I said— [Silence] ...Ribbit? [Chorus: huge melodic deathcore chorus] RIBBIT, MOTHERFUCKER! You can't silence what I am Got a frog inside my soul And a microphone in my hand Tell me that I'm being annoying Tell me I should act my age Every time you try to stop me— I GET LOUDER ANYWAY! RIBBIT, MOTHERFUCKER! [Deep guttural] RIBBIT 'TIL THE FUCKING END! [Verse 2: faster riffs, chaotic percussion] Now there's someone in the hallway Trying not to fucking laugh Someone's hiding in the bedroom With a pillow on their head I can hear the television Getting louder through the wall So I stand beside the doorway [Deep guttural] RIBBIT THROUGH IT ALL! They say, "Keromi, seriously." I say, "Seriously what?" "You've been doing this for hours!" [Spoken] That's a lie. It's only been... [Pause] Oh. Well, fuck. I could stop and make some dinner I could find another game But you keep making that expression AND I WANNA SEE IT AGAIN! [Pre-Chorus 2: accelerating drums] One croak! Two croaks! Three beneath the door! Four croaks! Five croaks! [High scream] WHO THE FUCK IS KEEPING SCORE?! [Chorus: layered clean vocals and gutturals] RIBBIT, MOTHERFUCKER! You can't silence what I am Got a frog inside my soul And a microphone in my hand Tell me that I'm being annoying Tell me I should act my age Every time you try to stop me— I GET LOUDER ANYWAY! RIBBIT, MOTHERFUCKER! RIBBIT 'TIL THE FUCKING END! [Bridge: instruments cut to a single clean guitar] [Soft, suspiciously sincere vocal] Okay. I get it. Maybe I've been a little loud. Maybe I've taken this too far. Maybe everybody deserves a little peace and quiet. [Pause] You know what? You're right. I'm sorry. [Long silence] [Whisper] ...Ribbit. [Breakdown: extremely slow, crushing guitars] YOU SAID STOP. RIB. YOU SAID PLEASE. BIT. YOU SAID ENOUGH. RIB. I SAID— [All instruments cut] [Deep inhale] RIBBIT, MOTHERFUCKER! [Massive bass drop] RIB! [Impact] BIT! [Impact] RIB! [Impact] BIT! [Accelerating double kicks] RIB-RIB-BIT! RIB-RIB-BIT! RIBBIT! RIBBIT! RIBBIT! [Deepest guttural] THE FROG WILL NOT BE SILENCED! [Second Breakdown: bouncing syncopated chugs] CROAK! CROAK! LET THE WHOLE HOUSE HEAR IT! CROAK! CROAK! I'M A FUCKING PUBLIC NUISANCE! [Sudden silence] [Spoken] Wait. Was that... Did somebody just ribbit back? [Final Chorus: triumphant melodic vocals, gang chants] RIBBIT, MOTHERFUCKER! Now the whole damn house is loud Got a chorus in the kitchen And a frog-worshipping crowd Someone's croaking from the bedroom Someone's hopping down the stairs I was supposed to be the problem— NOW THERE'S FROGS EVERYWHERE! RIBBIT, MOTHERFUCKER! Guess you're just as bad as me You can blame me all you want BUT YOU STARTED SINGING WITH ME! [Final breakdown: gang vocals] RIB! BIT! RIB! BIT! RIB! BIT! MOTHERFUCKER! [Outro: guitars abruptly stop] [Spoken female vocal] See? Wasn't that fun? [Pause] ...Can we do it again? [Single frog croak]
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