Johnny Mystro - Let's Go, Team Venture!

〈Intro〉
What was this, huh, huh, huh?
What was that, huh?
Yo, put the signal out
Get doc on hold, alert the public, too, this is an emergency

〈Verse 1〉
Shh, don't you worry, it's gon' be alright, baby
Know how 〈.?.〉 when I 〈.?.〉, baby
Holy shit, that was unexpected
Our 〈.?.〉 grew a part when it ejected
How the fuck is that even possible?
But never mind that shit, look out for falling obstacles
And shock levels of the towns through the floor
But we gotta make it to the door
And our only hope is inscripted in these foreign hieroglyphics
And what the fuck is that, a cryptid?
We gotta split, bitch
Throw all the plans in that suitcase, and meet me with thе crew at the squid ship
And call the smartеst scientists in a twelve-block radius
I don't give a damn, I'm 〈.?.〉
What do you mean nothing close enough?
The opportunity is closing up
Any pull in the score, whatever you can find
Please, I'm the one who made the RPGs
Ah, fuck, okay, let's do it
Call them up, then
〈Pre-Chorus〉
Huh, where them boys at?
Huh, huh, who them boys is?
It's none other, yeah, it's none other

〈Chorus〉
Yeah, so let's go, Team Venture
The world is in peril, and you're our only defenders
Real villains out here with their own agendas
So hurry up before 〈.?.〉, motherfucker, let's, uh
Let's go, Team Venture
The world is in peril, and you're our only defenders
Real villains out here with their own agendas
So hurry up before 〈.?.〉, motherfuckers, let's go

〈Post-Chorus〉
Huh, huh, where them boys at?
Huh, huh, who them boys is?
It's none other than the Venture Brothers

〈Verse 2〉
Action, no cameras, though
Just another one of those dances, hoe
There's survival tactics, and his rival backflips on some bullshit theatrics
But he's 〈.?.〉 protected, by the highly respected, big-brawn, barrel-chested
〈.?.〉 pyrotechnics, have a 〈.?.〉 to be apocalyptic
So turn the fuck out of his way, we need y'all to fix shit
Ah, but he's not the big fish
It's the men behind the man doing the damage
Who can then design a plan that we can manage
He's stopping ravenous madmen
In the megalomaniacal world he's imaginin'
And we 〈.?.〉
We tried tellin' the cops, and it's no use
'Cause they're not adapted to the malapropisms and schisms
It's just out of their jurisdiction
When the so-called authorities are true as fiction
And, look, I hate to get as dark as obsidian
But don't it always feel like we're at the edge of some oblivion?
Where silly men in bright costumes will cost you
And cause fear that has you diggin' at the end, as always
Man, but honestly, this shit never ends
The division between brethren, and all this spiteful dick measurin'
And et cetera, et cetera-in'
〈UNFINISHED〉