Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Midnight, full moon, blood curdling howls
Soulless body, empty shell, hollow
Spiraling rabbit hole, chew me up, swallow
Empty fifth bottle, finna jump, follow
Rubber boy bouncin' back with a bone-crackin' scowl
Bodies buried booty up, no pantalones, shit's fowl
Drop an anvil in a pillow case, no conscious, no sorrows
Knockin' nuggets off they neck piece like there's no tomorrow
Evacuate your bowel with a snarl and a growl
Your underoos are now sour, no TP, no towel
Cops ask you who did it (Who?) Sounded like a owl
But never catch me 'cause I greased they pockets up, Thurston Howell
The sun go down, no bitches safe, that's when I'm on the prowl
You do not know how to gut a ho? Wеll, let me show you how
Wear thеir skin back to they residence, I sit down and I chow
All these fools are next, that's how a cartoon goon gets down

[Chorus: Violent J]
Opposition part cartoon, and part goon
Shot him with a harpoon
He's the illustration that'll seal your fate
And I made it in a killin' state
Now we headed back to drawin' board, 'cause it's clear
We need this cartoon to disappear
Now we headed back to drawin' board, and we fly
We need this cartoon to die

[Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope]
I see a juicy booty broad joggin', broad day
I'm big chief and got my nubs on some nub [?]
Gotta stop and pinch my own self, make sure I'm okay
It's like someone practicin' dribblin' her panties
Perfection comes from practice, and patience will pay off
When I snip on the spices, I'll eat your fuckin' face off
When it comes to murder tools, one company is trusty
ACME caters to murderers with a money-back guarantee
Now everybody wanna go to Heaven for eternal peace
Hey, nobody wanna die today, why? Shit is cray
Your beggin' is for nothin', shit can that shit, okay?
Your soul leaves your corpse, but with me your body stays
Unspeakable things, they comin' your way
All you see is muzzles flashin', pushin' back your toupee
When they finally put this goon down, that'll be the day
You hear all these mother fuckers cheerin' "Hooray!"
Put dynamite in your mouth, [black a square ?], light it up
One bullet's all it takes, blow your fuckin' head up
Drop a piano on your head from a building, top floor
But wait, that's not it, hold up, there's more
Paint a tunnel on a wall, and I chase you top speeds
Send your remains to your mama, small box is all we need
Now here we go [?], put a shotgun in my face
Blow my hat backwards, but cartoon goon still in place, bitch

[Chorus: Violent J]
Opposition part cartoon, and part goon
Shot him with a harpoon
He's the illustration that'll seal your fate
And I made it in a killin' state
Now we headed back to drawin' board, 'cause it's clear
We need this cartoon to disappear
Now we headed back to drawin' board, and we fly
We need this cartoon to die

[Verse 3: Violent J]
I got the mayday, SOS, big distress
I'm vacay in Jamaica tryin' to catch some rest
But this F on my chest means I'm blessed with fresh
And quick to avenge all my friends with less
Now I assume this goon is a cartoon
You can blow him up, boom, his whole shape resume
And so I stretch him, flex, wreck, with that he finna break
He elastic, snap back, right back he into shape
Ideas are minimal, restrictions are endless
This thug's animated, only one way to end this
It worked for SpongeBob and his fat homie Patrick
How the fuck I ain't think of this only tactic?
The cartoon goon soon met an eraser
What's left? We drank to his death, no chaser
One drawing left, hangin' in a museum
Under the cartoon goon, it only says [damn ?]

[Chorus: Violent J]
Opposition part cartoon, and part goon
Shot him with a harpoon
He's the illustration that'll seal your fate
And I made it in a killin' state
Now we headed back to drawin' board, 'cause it's clear
We need this cartoon to disappear
Now we headed back to drawin' board, and we fly
We need this cartoon to die