text: In the land of a million drums
  There is always something going on, on, on, on
  If you cant locate your thought off
  Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home
  In the land of a million drums
  I catch a pattern that spit rings around you like Saturn
  Intergalatic tracks I make em like magstrulium
  This one for scooby, pass the doobie Imma do me one, do me one
  Only you clean over
  I pick up the mic and rock it while Im sober
  For the rated G exposure if you listen what Im tryin to told ya
  We fathers with seeds of our own
  Were 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 dont 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 doo 
  In the land of a million drums
  There is always something going on, on, on, on
  If you cant locate your thought off
  Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home
  Woke up from a long night of hanging out with Shaggy
  Oh no, lost my last baggy of scoobie snackies
  Shaggy, wake up, weve been had
  Our Scooby snacks, they got the whole stash
  He said, Who, who?
  I dont 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 mail
  In the meantime, Ima call Velma to tell her
  To get the Mystery Machine ready
  Im two-wayin Daphne and Freddy
  Me and Shaggy dressed in all black, strapped
  Dippin through the flash trying to get our stash back
  Rounding up suspects, collectin clues
  I got a question, where the hell is Scooby Doo when you need him?
  The hounds only found when you feed him
  In fact he probably got my sack
  Tell him holler back
  In the land of a million drums
  There is always something going on, on, on, on
  If you cant locate your thought off
  Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home
  Break it down, break it down baby til the flow jumps off the ground
  Ooo break it down lookin over yonder til the walls come tumblin down
  Ooo, yes lord yaint gotta tell me two times but you know I know
  Ooo, break it down, break it down baby cuz I want yall all to know
  We rock the world
  In the land of a million drums
  There is always something going on, on, on, on
  If you cant locate your thought off
  Might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home
  I coulda got away with it, if it wasnt for ya meddlin kids