Pic-a-nic Fiends (Billy And Mandy)

Yo... I swear I saw two bears in the woods, bro. They weren’t hungry. They were desperate. Basket... Picnic basket swinging, Billy walking through the trees, Sunshine on his face, not a worry, not a breeze. Then the bushes start shaking like the woods got sick, Out stumble two bears looking strung-out as shit. One tall, one small, both eyes blood-red, Shirt all ripped, crumbs stuck in the thread. Tall bear said, "Hey there kid, that basket look nice," But the smile on his face had me thinking twice. Not cute, not cuddly, not Saturday clean, These motherfuckers looked like a fever dream. Small bear said, "Grab the lid, don't let him run," Billy screamed so loud he scared the damn sun. Billy said, "I don't wanna be a sandwich, man!" Then he took off running with the food in his hand. Tall bear laughing like his brain got fried, Small bear twitching with his eyes open wide. They don’t want honey, they don’t want sleep, They want cold fried chicken and a sandwich to keep. Cartoon woods got cursed real fast, When the basket boys came crawling out the grass. They’re pic-a-nic fiends in the dead of the day, Tweaked-out bears trying to take my plate. Run little Billy, better move them feet, Cause the woods got teeth and they smell like meat. Pic-a-nic fiends, yeah they lost their mind, Eyes wide open, no soul inside. Basket in hand, better guard your lunch, Or them fucked-up bears gonna eat your brunch. Basket... Run! Basket... Run! Grim in the back said, "Nah, I’m done," Mandy just smiled like, "This could be fun." Billy hit the dirt with the basket on his head, Screaming, "I don't wanna be lunch meat bread!" Tall bear twitching with a fork in his paw, Small bear laughing with a messed-up jaw. Tall bear said, "Just one bite, don't make it weird," Small bear said, "We can smell your fear." They chased him past a stump, past a rotten log, Past a one-eyed squirrel and a judgmental frog. Billy found a cave and he ducked in quick, Then the bears hit the brakes like, "Oh hell no, shit." Wait... You chased him through the whole damn woods... Bloodshot eyes, murder paws, sandwich breath... But you're scared of a cave? Mandy said, "Pathetic." Grim said, "I hate this place." That’s some cartoon-ass logic. Bears in withdrawal, basket patrol, Crumbs in the pocket and murder in the soul. Mandy don’t blink, Grim don’t care, Billy in the cave like, "Life ain't fair!" Bears in withdrawal, basket patrol, Saturday morning got swallowed whole. Laugh track dead, sky turned gray, Picnic got robbed in the worst damn way. They’re pic-a-nic fiends in the dead of the day, Tweaked-out bears trying to take my plate. Run little Billy, better move them feet, Cause the woods got teeth and they smell like meat. Pic-a-nic fiends, yeah they lost their mind, Eyes wide open, no soul inside. Basket in hand, better guard your lunch, Or them fucked-up bears gonna eat your brunch. So if you walk through the woods with a basket and grin, Better pray those bears don’t catch your scent again. Cause they ain’t stealing lunch for comedy bits... Nah. Those boys are deep in the shit. Basket...