Booky Bridge Bandit
(Fast spoken Aussie drawl & cop radio static) Wiggum on the megamouth,
Gadget with the gadgetry Two badge-wearing blokes running straight into disaster-y!
Swamp-side stank thick, Bookmark Creek fog Trying to pin a burner on
a bush rat and his dog!
Rattle those cans! TRIPLE E!
CHEEZ!
Concrete canvas, black outline,
silver on the block Booky Bridge dirt under boots,
eight-o-eight knocking on the rock Chief Wiggum eating jelly-filled,
dusting off his badge Gadget extends a robo-arm,
catches on a snag!
Swamp-side stank rising up,
Pimpton in the mud Thick green fog rolling heavy through the scrub
CHEEZ on the pillar,
wildstyle wired, cap goes click Bending the brick till the whole wall
breathes thick C like a tower,
rusted
steel, plane through the middle,
watch it peel Twin E characters,
cartoon eyes, surreal! Z kicks through the frame like it pays no
rent Wiggum tracks a donut crumb straight into the reeds Finds his
own badge, calls it critical evidence he needs!
Black line! Blue flame!
CHEEZ bends letters till none look the same!
Hold up, rewind, reconnect the track Swamp-water soup and the wall under
attack!
BOOKY BRIDGE BANDIT!
LET THE BASS GO BOOM!
PIMPTON STINKIN' SWAMP-SIDE, MAKE THE WHOLE SCRUB MOVE!
CHROME IN THE LIGHT,
CYAN IN THE CORE WHEN THE KICK DRUM HITS,
MAKE THE CONCRETE ROAR!
HEY! HEY!
BEND THOSE WALLS! HEY!
HEY!
RATTLE THOSE CANS! BOOKY BRIDGE THUNDER WITH A HALF-COOKED PLAN!
Gadget screams "HASH LAB!" at a can of fly spray Wiggum cuffs
a pelican, driving it away!
Pimpton's swamp-side stank got the whole crew choking While the wildstyle burner
on the concrete's smoking Go-Go-Gadget spray can!
Blows up in his face!
Wiggum loses both shoes running round the place!
ESHLADAIN rising high, letters cut the sky Chrome on the outline,
cyan for the eye E to the S,
let the structure rise tall L bends low while the A cuts
the wall D rolls heavy,
I-N takes flight Glossy cyan core in the middle of the night
Purple in the shadow,
gold on the tips White highlights flash when the rhythm line hits
No copy-paste map, every extension connects Got the law running circles while
the letter-structure flexes! (Spoken) Wait...
look at Wiggum. He put the evidence inside a pie.
...Who's eaten the pie?
Big ego, no skill,
keyboard king in a chair Commander of nothing,
running lips full of air!
Punchlines need a mechanic and a switch Your whole reputation is a
cardboard glitch One gust through the scrub,
your legend gets blown Fresh plastic swagger on a recycled throne We
stay grounded in the dirt,
old mates in the scrub Busted old plans,
brand-new tricks in the pub From the swamp to the stage,
turn the setback around Recidivism rolling on a heavy bass sound No
perfect hero, no immaculate plan Just a stubborn bush rat with a
spray can in hand!
BOOKY BRIDGE BANDIT!
LET THE BASS GO BOOM!
PIMPTON STINKIN' SWAMP-SIDE, MAKE THE WHOLE SCRUB MOVE!
CHROME IN THE LIGHT,
CYAN IN THE CORE WHEN THE KICK DRUM HITS,
MAKE THE CONCRETE ROAR!
HEY! HEY! BEND THOSE WALLS!
HEY! HEY! RATTLE THOSE CANS!
BOOKY BRIDGE THUNDER WITH A HALF-COOKED PLAN!
Structure first. Flow second.
Shadows third. Wiggum and
Gadget still searching for a word.
"Bake 'em away, toys!" What
case? "...Good
question."