Land Of A Million Drums

In the land of a million drums

There is always something going on, on, on, on

If you can't locate your thought off

Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, homeIn the land of a million drums

I catch a pattern that spit rings around you like Saturn

Intergalactic tracks I make 'em like magstrulium

This one for Scooby, pass the doobie I'mma do me one, do me oneOnly you clean over

I pick up the mic and rock it while I'm sober

For the rated G exposure if you listen what I'm tryin' to told ya

We fathers with seeds of our ownWe're talkin' about sons and daughters boy, not roots and clones

Now that the theory gone wrong an embryo with no soul

Stuck in this green mini-van with my lungs in a chokehold

Shaggy pass the Boombastic, Daphne said, "Don't do that"Freaky Fred smashed the gas and slammed us into traffic

Now Scrappy wanna box and throw them bows

So I had to sic the pitbull on him before he could pass one blow

Scooby-Doo, Scooby-Doo, Scooby 'Damn' Doo, Scooby DooIn the land of a million drums

There is always something going on, on, on, on

If you can't locate your thought off

Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, homeWoke up from a long night of hanging out with Shaggy

Oh no, lost my last baggy of scoobie snackies

Shaggy wake up, we've been had

Our Scooby Snacks they got the whole stashHe said, "Who who, I don't have a clue

I suspect the thirteen ghosts of Scoobie Doo"

Call Vincent Price up on the Nextel

Tell him to send another package right through the mailIn the meantime, I'mma call Thelma to tell her

To get the Mystery Machine ready, I'm two-wayin' Daphne and Freddy

Me and Shaggy dressed in all black, strapped

Dippin' through the flash tryin' to get our stash backRoundin' up suspects, collection' clues

I got a question, where the hell is Scooby Doo when you need 'em?

The hound's only found when you feed him

In fact he probably got my sack, tell him holler backIn the land of a million drums

There is always something going on, on, on, on

If you can't locate your thought off

Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, homeBreak it down, break it down baby 'til the flow jumps off the ground

Ooh, break it down lookin' over yonder til the walls come tumblin' down

Ooh, yes Lord, y'ain't gotta tell me two times but you know I know

Ooh, break it down, break it down baby 'cuz I want y'all all to know

We rock the worldIn the land of a million drums

There is always something going on, on, on, on

If you can't locate your thought off

Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, homeI coulda got away with it

If it wasn't for ya meddlin' kids, oh oh, oh no

I coulda got away with it

If it wasn't for ya meddlin' kids, oh oh, oh noI coulda got away with it

If it wasn't for ya meddlin' kids, oh oh, oh no

I coulda got away with it

If it wasn't for ya meddlin' kids, oh oh, oh noI coulda got away with it

If it wasn't for ya meddlin' kids, oh oh, oh no