Ian- Ooh, this jam is hot, this jam is sweet This jam will make you move your feet Dig that groove, check that horn! My manly bits are feeling warm I gotta rhyme to this hot beat But I don’t think my rhymes can even compete There ain’t no way I can describe The way this song makes me feel inside I wanna dance, this move I’ll bust-this But there’s no way I’ll do it justice I don’t even know why I’m tryin’ I said I had bars, but I was lyin’ But I’ve come too far! I’ve rapped too long! I’ve almost finished the first verse to this song It’s clear I fear I have the potential To mess up this perfectly fine instrumental Chorus (Kyle and Ian) This groove is too dope for us. I’m afraid there’s no hope for us. We don’t want to betray your trust. We should pack it up and leave because: This groove is too dope for us. It’s a slippery slope for us. Gonna take off on the latest bus. So we do not earn your disgust. Kyle- This track’s too good for us to handle. Nothing we can say would hold a candle. The saxophones are the maxophones And the bass is just a waste if we don’t leave it alone. Ian and I are just a couple’a goons. He’s some kind of actor and I draw cartoons. If we sullied this jam, you’d man your harpoons. While the audience pelts us with crab rangoon. But alas and alack, we’re a’flappin’ our gums. And something stupid this way comes. Got some lyrics? ‘Cause we got some! And all of them are hopelessly dumb. You can’t leave us alone for five minutes. We had a good song ’til we put poopy in it. This verse is the worst and I didn’t rehearse So please call me a hearse, ‘cause I killed it, of curse. Chorus (Kyle and Ian) This groove is too dope for us. I’m afraid there’s no hope for us. We don’t want to betray your trust. We should pack it up and leave because: This groove is too dope for us. It’s a slippery slope for us. Gonna take off on the latest bus. So we do not earn your disgust. bridge (Kyle and Ian, sung) We messed it all up. We messed it all up. Oh, why did we do that? Ian- What’s going on? What even is happening? It’s the third verse and we’re still rappening This hasn’t ended the way I’m imagining And the fact we’re still here is slightly maddening Just how long will we keep this going? There’s absolutely no way of knowing I hope that we can stop this soon Though we’re shaking every booty in this room Kyle- Hey, everybooty are you mad at SP? Should we have been silent and just let it be? We could’ve stood up here to present the beats And gestured at the speakers all “Isn’t that neat?” We should button our beaks while you move your feet. Keep it short and sweet and make our retreat. But instead of that, we went blah blah blah. So, I’m sorry or you’re welcome. That depends on all’a y’all. Chorus (Kyle and Ian) This groove is too dope for us. I’m afraid there’s no hope for us. We don’t want to betray your trust. We should pack it up and leave because: This groove is too dope for us. It’s a slippery slope for us. Gonna take off on the latest bus. So we do not earn your disgust. This groove is too dope for us. I’m afraid there’s no hope for us. We don’t want to betray your trust. We should pack it up and leave because: This groove is too dope for us. It’s a slippery slope for us. Gonna take off on the latest bus. So we do not earn your disgust.
The FuMP
2017-03-31
Artist
Scooter Picnic
When Marscon was about a month and a half away, Ian asked me if I wanted to do a Scooter Picnic song between our two sets. I said yes, but only if we did something new. A few days later, Lindsay's baritone sax arrived in the mail... -Kyle
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