Banana slices over captain crunch, that's what's up Elmer Fudd harassing daffy duck, that's what's up The magic touch is happily wrapped up in his rabbit punch Attackers dumping hazmat into the aqueduct Splash, that's what's up Pattern makers acclimate to cabin fever, meter mapping, tapping out the dagger wave Crash and grapple with the castaway who cracked the cuffs A little hack and slash, a little razzle dazzle, that's what's up Ragtag bunch, bag lunch heavy The treasury keep his petty cash in bad luck pennies Came in the door, a flash flood to the levee Wearing paint made of mashed berries and blood of the yeti Bet The mathematics doesn't rattle us, that's what's up It's adding up to a massive hole where the attic was I'm in the alley where it smell of actual battlefront And weed and coke and meth and crack and dust, that's what's up Buzzing down the ave, had the whole block shouting that's what's up when I pass Fleabags in the backseat, ruffles on the dash Returning to the scene to free his monkeys out the lab Dag, that's what's up Goat legs, goat horns Damn it all plants all scarecrows and no corn You should see the whole horde climb down and go forth Ghost world exports, rival town folklore Oh lord Every atom cut to splatter punk Predisposed to rabble-rouse, batten down, that's what's up At the lily pad spilling nickel bags of funk Ducking all these silly fads, shit is wack, that's what's up Lately, I've been watching mostly horror flicks People being disemboweled, demons doing parlor tricks Witches in the forest making soup with supernatural stuff Creature on a killing spree, it's him or me, that's what's up By jove, roadside oddity Roam side-roads that defy cartography Fat drum snatch-and-run ragamuffin, that's what's up Missed you at the double back, catch you at the jackal hunt Hacks, that's what's up Is that what's up? That's what's up That's a pack of travelers acting savage to the maximum Up before the other team Taut leash in each hand, it looks like I'm water skiing Well, I'll be damned, wrong day to reach land Take the long way around to shake the unseen hand Son, be a lamb Cold brew, vanilla oat Keep 'em coming til his every stupid cell explode Rap stickers on his travel mug, that's what's up Key lime pie, graham cracker crust I wouldn't trust a single one of y'all to crack the dutch Nobody's checking y'all like that's the stuff That's what's up