Who The Fuck is Zoo-Pee

[Intro — distorted guitar, vinyl scratches, heavy bass] [MC 1 — spoken] WHO THE FUCK IS ZOO-PEE! You wrote a song about Gary? ZOO-PEE! Better check your fucking library. You heard the name, saw the food, thought you knew the story ZOO-PEE, YOU DON'T KNOW GARY. [Verse 1 — MC 1] You heard about the chips, thought you had the whole case Heard about the pickles, thought you knew the whole name Made up coolers, sandwiches, soup for the plot Now you're writing Gary lore with a story you ain't got You grabbed the surface, ignored what's behind You know Gary brings food, you don't know his design You made a party story, made the anomaly tame ZOO-PEE, you're writing fanfic and calling it his name [Gang] ZOO-PEE! YOU DON'T KNOW GARY! [Verse 2 — MC 2, faster] You think Gary's just a guy with a cooler and a grin? You don't know what the fuck you've actually walked in SCP-1994, better memorize the file Keter at large, you don't understand the trial People eat the food, then their memories disappear They remember Gary's face but can't remember why he's here Foundation tried to hold him, how'd that work out? Four agents came to get him, then forgot what it was about No access log No camera feed No explanation Just Gary's fucking recipe [Gang] ZOO-PEE! READ THE FUCKING FILE! [Verse 3 — MC 3] You know the pickle? Forty-seven nights. Know the homemade chips? Toenails sliced right. Know the guac? Fromunda cheese. Know the pesto? Lint with the leaves. Know the whey? Gary won't waste a drop. Every normal food gets taken to the top. And here's the part that you somehow missed: THE FUCKING FOOD IS ACTUALLY GOOD. That's the Gary twist. People take another bite. People ask for another scoop. They eat the whole fucking jar. Then Gary tells them what's in it. [Verse 4 — MC 4] You wrote Gary like a monster nobody wants around But Gary doesn't force you, you're the one sitting down He doesn't need a weapon, doesn't need a threat He just needs you to say, "Gary, I'll take some," and you're set You got the jokes You got the food You got the name But you missed the reason Gary ain't playing the same game You wrote what you guessed You never knew the lore You should've asked one question: WHAT HAPPENED IN 1994? [Pre-Chorus — ALL] ZOO-PEE! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU WRITE?! You got the fucking character completely out of sight! You grabbed a couple incidents, stitched them into a tale Then called it Gary's lore? YOUR FUCKING CANON FAILED! [Hook — ALL] ZOO-PEE! YOU DON'T KNOW GARY! ZOO-PEE! YOU DON'T KNOW THE LORE! ZOO-PEE! YOU WANTED GARY? HERE'S GARY! SCP-1994! REMEMBER THE FUCKING NUMBER! [Verse 5 — MC 5, rapid fire] You got the pickle You got the chips You got the guac But you don't got the script Forty-seven nights Foot sweat in the jar Belly-button pesto Gary takes it too far Whey in the bucket Cheese on the plate Every single recipe Gets more fucking strange But the real horror isn't what Gary makes— It's what happens after somebody fucking takes. One bite. Memory gone. You remember Gary. Everything else? FUCKING GONE. [Breakdown — half-time] KETER! AT LARGE! SCP! ONE-NINE-NINE-FOUR! WRITE IT DOWN! WRITE IT DOWN! WRITE IT DOWN! BEFORE YOU FUCKING FORGET! [Gary — calm] You put my name in your mouth, ZOO-PEE But you never knew what you were talking about You thought I was a party guest Bringing food to the door You know my face. You know my name. You know the food. But you don't know the game. You wrote me as a joke. You wrote me as a threat. But you still don't understand— You haven't seen the worst of me yet. [Gary — screamed] YOU KNOW MY NAME! YOU DON'T KNOW MY FUCKING STORY! YOU KNOW THE FOOD! YOU DON'T KNOW THE FUCKING LORE! [Final Hook — ALL] ZOO-PEE! YOU DON'T KNOW GARY! ZOO-PEE! YOU DON'T KNOW THE LORE! ZOO-PEE! YOU WANTED GARY? HERE'S GARY! SCP-1994! REMEMBER THE FUCKING NUMBER! ZOO-PEE! YOU MADE THE WRONG FUCKING SONG! NOW LISTEN TO THE REAL ONE! [Outro — beat cuts completely] [Silence] [Gary — whisper] You forgot something. [Long pause] You don't remember 1994? That's strange. [Low bass pulse] You better start remembering. [Pause] Now Who the Fuck was Zoo-Pee? [FINAL GUITAR HIT]