All the strawberries were the sweetest,

He said

Hello Felica, Hello Felicia

The black berries are in season

Hello Felicia, Hello Felicia

The blueberries were all on top

What a set of headlights

On that Honda

Hello, Felicia

I'm glad to meet ya

__

Never leave the house with an unmade bed

Cause God knows I gotta lay in it

I'll rest when i'm dead,

That's what they all said, but

The dead never rest

The dead never rest

Reset, reset

I need 22 minutes and 34 seconds

I need more invitations

To fill up the guestlist

I been seein them hoes

Speaking in code

X's and O's

Oh Lord,

All I want is a home

And to be left alone

Unless you know my motion

You know

The door was just closed
But i'm leaving it open

If you need a lover,

Try getting below me

–It's way below zero where i'm from

No, no, no

This can't be Utah.

Nobody's blonde enough

Where's the officers

Aren't I under arrest for just showing up

I'll see you at the Saltair

YO. GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME.

I'm sorry, I just–

NO.

What happened?

TAKE IT BACK!!

I'm sorry! Please don't fire me.

What happened?

I don't know–he was just so good with her last time, I thought I might

*throws things*

I'll be right back.

Wait, hold up, I gotta go fuck with this demon.

DEMON

(or, even, arguably Satan)

WOAH.

Okay.

:||pause.

OKay what.

When did Supacree become a demon slayer.

SUPACREE (V.O.)

Oh, right around this moment…

FLASHBACK

DIE–DIE–DIE!!!

SUPACREE V.O.

Or this one–

HOE ASS BITCH

(Or, possibly also Satan)

You are the weakest link.

Oh yeah, huh.

Fuck that bitch.

SUPACREE

Yeah, that moment was as comparable to as say

SCAR throws MUFASSA off of a cliff.

SIMBA

NOOOOOO–

Yeah, it was something like that but–

SUPACREE (V.O.)

More like this.

*FIGHT TO THE BLOODY DEATH*

Oh, wow, yeah, that.

That was awesome.

SUPACREE (V.O.)

No, it wasn't. But–

That.

[Ū.]

SUPACREE (V.O.)

–is not SUPACREE.

Oh, it's not?

Oh, the hair.

Yeah, but it's still.

SUPACREE (V.O.)

No, it's not.

Don't you think it's weird how this show talks to us through the fourth wall?

All I really do is sit here and hit this bong.

Ya i'm high af.

I'm fukked upppp.

Uhh… Hello.

What up.

…who are you exactly?

I'm yur friend.

No you're not.

Yes i m.

Who are you

HOw did you get in here.

I've always been here.

What.

No.

Hey pass da bong.

Tnks.

*hits bong*

*shrugs*

Fuck. I was supposed to take the night off

I should polish the silver through the fourth wall

Give me shivers and all of that,

OR better yet just give me Skrillex

And i'll forget all of it.

YOu know.

i got a friend you would like.

I've had my eye on you for a very long time.

Oh yeah, which eye?

I bought a baby off craigslist–

Well, not craigslist,

But it might as well have been;

A personal ad was posted.

Here's everything you want to know

How the lonely stoner walks alone at night

Or whatever kidd cudi said

Now he's dead

So I put him on the list for my event

You can't even think to get in

If you didn't

RIP

The grim reaper just sleeps in my bed

I never rest

As I said,

I am Legend;

One live ends,

One begins, but

Bury me at 4:20 on 4:20 or something

I burn money

But not for nothing

Gotta believe something

–A conspiracy theory.

This is only five pages.

Yeah, well, i'm writing to Desperate Housewives, not deadmau5.

Where is deadmau5, anyway.

GET IN THE CORNER.

OK OK–OR–

GET IN THE CORNER.

Yeah, I gotta get off that guy's balls, i think.

Aw, how come?

[COMPLICATIONS, IRL]

BAAAAAALLLLLLLSSSS.

Yeah, I don't know.

Before:

CHAK CHEL

Hm.

What. What's wrong.

CHAK CHEL

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Do you know him or something.

CHAK CHEL

….

OH, COME ON.

CHAK CHEL

WHAT.

FIRST DILLON FRANCIS, NOW THIS?

I KNOW EVERYBODY.

OAGH.

EVERY. BODY.

OH,

Oh, I get it–take the night off.

ILLUMINATI

This kind of therapy can be hard.

…this is psychological terrorism.

ILLUMINATI

We like to call it –

[Flashback]

*More unadulterated chaos*

And sometimes, even warfare.

ILLUMINATI

You're a delightful strategist.

I'm a psychopath.

(V.O.)

The technical term is.

Ū.

I'm a trained assassin.

Oh, it's Ū.

It's Ū again.

SUPACREE (V.O.)

Listen, i've got 9 other aliases and like 5 alter egos,

WHITE AMERICA

We call that multiple personalities.

–Or schizophrenia.

SUNNI BLU feat. KANYE WEST

SHUT UP, WHITE AMERICA.

Ya'll are racist.

Racist af.

IF it was ya'lls kids it would be diagnosed as “Depression”

“Or ADD”

OR ADHD–So you could give every one adderall.

Yeah. everyone not BLACK.

I'm BLACK.

i'M BLACK.

Literally everyone:

…

That's enough politics.

I'm haunted by my own thought's it's sick,

Skip this one, really,

It's stars and stripes forever

and scars and knives

and livelihoods

Tiger's eyes and bears

Oh my

I might need a private file

Never “pedophile”

But everyone has rights to admire what he likes

As long as he's white enough.

Or light skinned,

I'll end this one

Exactly how it started

I'm still holding a fart in,

a spoiled rotten no longer starving artist,

Trying hardest as heartless martyrs ought to.

Oh my god, I almost didn't get out of those phonetics.

I tried to take the night off

But –

oh what the fuck. Of all the time

He got her roses,

But she cut herself on the thorns

I picked up one Calla Lilly

And it meant everything in the world to me

What if everything in life was just meant to be

A memory

Before it could ever be happy?

I've got a faulty soul;

It's best you'd just stay away from me,

All of yous.

Better off falling in love with someone

So far off

I could never be close enough.

I rise and I fall with the sun,

I'm anonymous.

Flamingo, and Owl

A bear and a hippopotamus walk into a bar

Where

An alligator and octopus

Are serving up

Adios Motherfuckers;

They all have guns–

I'm just starting to feel so anthrapamorphic

(whatever the word is)

Imagine the animals,

Acting as humans

“Pull The Plug”

Like it's some dirty bath water
I wanted out of this body

I don't know how you got here, but just

Throw back a beer

And remember the plan

I'll never be happy

With all that brain damage.

So just do it.

I can't.

Pull the plug, Sonny.

I can't; you're my biggest fan.

That moment has quite literally passed.

Out, like a lamp.

After all that.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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