Oh, Got a body guard, huh.

This is your fault.

I don't give a Fuck.

Yeah. Fuck you.

Don't come around here anymore ñ.

Go fuck yourself.

I did that.

Doesn't make a difference, to me, really

I'm just a miserable something,

A nobody

Do you think I care?

Do you think I don't?

You can go anywhere

But here.

You can do anything

But this

You can be anyone

But me

I'm nobody,

I'm nothing

I'm broken

You're hungry.

Oh, certainly;

But you see,

I promised a week

These dreams are my weakness

On weekends, I sleep

Till one of my three roommates wakes me up

Wake me up

Wake me up

Wake me

UP.

I'm not talking to you.

I'm not keeping no secrets.

I'm not working this weekend.

Is there something you need?

SUPACREE.

Fuck this series.

SUPACREE.

Fuck this, seriously.

SUPACREE.

No,

Your entrance was my exit,

Youre interesting at best,

But now I'm wrecked,

(But now I'm reckless)

I just need a check

Fuck the guestlist

And fuck Dillon Francis

DILLON FRANCIS

Where's my piñata?

Where's your honor?

On God,

I stay guarded,

Oh Lord,

Whats your problem?

Go get a model to solve it;

I'm lost in Los Ángeles,

Not on the roster,

A poser? Imposter—

Impossible,

Look:

Drake and Josh is on

GERALD

I'm on one.

Slow down, bro.

Slow down, Goddamnit it

This is God plan it's,

Apples, bananas and

Fasting,

For life everlasting,

I asked her

“What's the high like”

Whats your mind like?

Whats your life like?

The limelight? It's alright.

I'll find time to write,

When I work 9-5s I don't like

And everybody's fucking high tonight

Except me,

And Dillon Francis, cause

DILLON FRANCIS

I hate THC.

And I'm sure there's a story behind that;

Like there's a story behind,

Why I no longer drive,

And why I hate 4:20,

But I still smoke weed,

Sometimes like chimney,

I'm just a pig;

By the hair on my chinny-chin-chin,

I don't want your attention,

But I can't get you out of my image.

Anyway.

So what's up with this episode.

I guess it's like a crossover.

Between what series?

All of them.

Seriously,

I'll put you on blast,

I'll look past you,

Like fantastic,

A phantom,

I just want to dance, dude

Like my pants, dude?

Don't mind the attitude,

I just want to cram you

Into my clam,

Make a sandwhich after,

Damn, dude.

Let me tell you something—

Don't send the man of my dreams in

To buy something he needs

On his lonely

Cause I'm only gonna worry,

I'm only gonna hurry home

Cause I'm horny

I'm only gonna wanna know

If he wants me;

Or if I'm just another ugly..

SUPACREE.

What, Goddamnit.

Don't say anything.

Okay, Illuminati.

Don't call me God, anymore,

You can call me infinity

I'm everything,

I'm nobody.

I'm everybody.

I'm Sunni.

Oh, you're funny.

I'll be what you need, eventually

Right now I'm at a party

Right now, I'm stuck here working

Right now, I've half a heart and hurting

Half a mind to blow my brains out

Half a mind to have to hide my face now

I'm brain dead

I'm branded for Skrillex and Dillon Francis

Where's my eye at?

I'm on a diet,

Cause I died, man

I hate blue eyes

And I hate one-lines,

But I wrote them.

FUCK YOUR SAUCE, BITCH.

And then what?

Nothing, that's it.

I might write the whole shift.

I might get to a different dimension

Where maybe I fit in

And do whippets.

I don't give a shit,

Or a fuck,

Or a Skrillex.

This is my only skill,

It's a script

Or prescription,

Propaganda

Paparazzi probably followed you, but—

I don't have a bag, man,

I'm out of em.

Skrillex is a ‘bad man'

Never heard of em.

Yo, where's Hanzel at with that piñata.

I smaked him up and rapped this,

Like a tamale,

I'm sorry,

But I'm on my way to Tijuana,

Mañana,

Ask Ariana

If she wanna

Jump on it.

You're retarded.

I'm highly regarded, I got a cult following.

It's an occult classic,

Ask OWSLA.

Fuck this shit.

Fuck this shit.

Fuck this shit.

Fuck this shit.

Gotta fast again

Everybody's on whippets

“Yo, how long this shit last?”

Like five minutes.

That'll be $286.

Got two hoes in the whip,

And you know

HOES LOVE WHIPPETS.

So you got hoes, huh?

Ya.

These is my bros, brah.

I got Marlboros,

Call me tomorrow, though

This shop is on my show;

Man, I just wanna go home.

I just bought a home.

I just wanna be alone.

But you're not alone.

But I wanna be.

You're just a wannabe.

You're just a SUPACREE.

I'm just a figment of your imagination, really.

I'm on TV.

Bro, this shit is reality.

Nah,

This can't be real

Nick ain't paying me

But everybody's playing me.

Everybody's playing me.

THIS AINT NO MOTHERFUCKING GAME.

Yeah, I got game leafs.

This is the same thing, but cheaper.

This is the reaper:

You mad at me for sleeping?

Yeah.

I hate this city.

I love this city.

GOD

I love everything.

I hate celebrities.

You're famous.

Then name me.

-king.

I'm a time traveler.

I'm an unraveler,

A rapper,

Half a stack of crap,

And a trash can.

Where's your man at?

I'm at the back door, asking for a chance

I'm too fat for you.

I like a girl with some ass—

I'm too black for you.

I like my berries real black.

But a classy one.

Man, I don't make enough.

I don't get paid for this shit.

Man,

I hate my life:

I should just go back to my

Back to my

I'm high as Fuck right now.

I just bought a new truck right now.

I don't give a fuck about how this ends,

I just want it to

I miss my best friend

And my family.

“Man”

Said the man in the hat,

“I do better in Hollywood”

‘Then go there, then',

I thought in my head

Cause I don't want to hear it:

The spirit that says:

Take a minute to breathe, Cree

Life ain't easy, as it seems

To be a celebrity,

You see?

The grass is always greener

On the other side

But there's no grass on this side of town,

Not really—

It just smells like pee

And I make 17.50

But that won't rent me

An apartment

Not even at 43 hours a week

And the tweaker speak to me,

The people on Spring Street, on exstasy

And I wanna party,

Or just end it all,

Cause I'm working all day and all night

But still dealing with poverty

Honestly?

Just take me out,

Take me out in a robbery

Take me out

Take me out to the ballgame,

I'm famous, apparently.

Open a memory bank,

I'd just like to thank you for saying my name

In vain

Take a spike to the vein,

I'm in pain, yo

This is strange yo.

It's a strange world.

I'm a strange world.

Youre s girl now?

What? You're a bro?

I'm supposed to be;

Nobody fucks with me;

Think I need SUPACREE.

SUPACREE hurriedly collects the celebrities.

For what?

Hm. Let me see. Whose missing?

HEY—HEY LADY.

Are you talking to me?

Are you talking to ghosts again?!

Shut up, Sunnï.

SHUT UP, ALI.

Ali can't find the Molly;

But he's got the amphetamines;

I hate dealing with celebrities,

Unless it's me!

I said,

“Ali, make me famous”

He's like,

“I'm working on something”

TIMMY TURNER

Hey, SUPACREE.

SUPACREE

Oh, hey, Timmy.

Now what am I supposed to do?

I withdrew from society.

What do I do with this masterpiece?

Why are you celibate?

Why, are you eyeing me?

Nah, I'm not white enough.

Nah, I'm not rich, I'm not pretty

I'm not high enough

Nah, I'm not doing my job;

I'm just writing

Just fire me:

Then I could end up just like

This guy,

He sleeps on the corner of 6th street

“Now Hiring”

Fine,

So I won't be on time,

Try to find me

Fine me

Finally,

I'm in denial of everything.

No food, no thanks

Just water and coffee

Keep coughing

Till I jump off something so high

You have to watch me fly

I'm on fire

“You're fired”

That's fine, I hate being here.

“That girl is weird”

No, I'm wired just so I can be here.

I can't afford an apartment

I went off when, my body turned off

At the sound of my alarm clock and said.

GOD

This is God calling;

You're off today.

Then I nodded,

And nodded back off,

Had a cough drop;

Immunity stops

When the cops call,

“Whatchu up to?”

“Nothing officer,

I just got off, want a hug?”

Then he popped me,

But I don't want a coffin—

I don't want nobody to notice

No body cam footage,

No frontin,

Just drop me in front of my mom's spot;

She'd love it.

MOM

Huh.

Another body;

I got a lot of em

I had a daughter once;

This one looks just like her

But I like her:

She's perfect—

She don't talk back,

And she's a size 4;

I wonder who she was once—

Look, just watch SpongeBob,

Knock it off

Just stop talking

Don't get too good at your hobbies,

You hobbit

I'll pop you,

Just like you'll want the cops to

In the future.

I wanna die.

You should eat.

I'm too fat for this place.

Then go somewhere else.

I'm on my way to Tijuana.

Wood tip, good taste.

Nobody buys the wood tips, these days

Cheapskates.

Don't be lazy.

I hate this place.

So just leave.

But I need to make money.

Can't go back to Mexico,

Eventually I'll be hungry.

What? Work a job for $100 a week;

No thanks,

I'll just contribute to society.

Then you should be SUPACREE.

Nah, coughs out a curse on me.

Fuck these hoes.

The Door's Open,

But I don't wanna go

I don't wanna know what it's like after the show

10 years on the road;

10 ears, is 5 girls tryna blow you

Just for some blow

Just got the chance to show you

How much I owe:

This is how much I know—

Hoes. Love. Whippets.

Yo. Fuck. This shit.

Where the fuck is Skrillex?

Working on a billions,

With Brazillians,

They're all feeling him

And I'm all in my feelin's

Wondering if Dillon is a real one,

But my show's on.

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