Scaring Randoms (A Fozdar-Bromfield Tribute) Testo

Rtm: Eh, hombres!
DV: Salute the coffeebeans, amigo.
Rtm: I salute, I salute.
DV: *Ahem* I may not have a bank account
I may not salute the sun.
But scaring random people is not
my idea of fun!
So when I heard from my hombres
of the weird event, indeed.
It scared me to the extent
that i inhaled my cigar-weed.
Two crazy guys running fast
and yelling Indian screams.
At two scared-to-death innocents,
Left me busting at my seams.
I left Cuba immediately
and rushed to the scene of the crime
Although I may have been stoned
I saw cheese-marks left behind!
Rtm: Aye aye aye, senor!
It was not a pretty sight!
The girls, they called them (us) weirdos!
And went off the tell the teacher(?)
Now he (I) have sour reputation
which is going to come back to haunt me
No longer will I be able to eat the cheese
without a croud coming to stare at me (him) (???)
DV: Aye, it was a stupid move to be sure.
But you gotta admire the bravery
of two hombres who went crazy.
Although the details will forever be a little hazy.
Respect for these compadres is needed, which is why I have wrote this really poor tribute song.
About two hombres who went and scared some randoms, enduring verbal abuse, and unhealthy amounts of laughter in appreciation.