ch.
bury me with all my shit
don't want you to have it

v.
to whomever it may concern
no concern of mine
bury me with all my shit
leave no trace behind

holiday, a castaway,
murder and a suicide
heaven knows carusoe goes
on friday nights for homicide

someone get some just rewards
wilson ever get ahead
willpower makes you fucking bored
boredom makes you more depressed

just a desert, just desserts
guess what you deserve?
deserted and you know the worst
deserted with a kilo hurts

shallac a thousand blackest nights
stranger stranded on the sand
shiv 'em, shank 'em, saw, a knife
strangle 'em with my two hands

this little note, uhh
I hope it float, uhh
just like a body baby
just like a boat, uhh

and if it sinks, yeah
then burn a witch, uhh
or just another 
motherfuckin' evil bitch, so

don't call the cops, no
call no police, yeah
don't go send out, no
no SOS, uhh

just bury me, yeah
with all my shit, uhh
and all I got
my last request

VPC 7 Round 3

Thot Team Epic [Nursehella, Ultraklystron] - Bury Me (With All My Shit)

"GONE" by The Storytellers [The Paladxn, 0]
LYRICS:

I can’t believe, you and me… and this... tree…
Seeing stars corresponds to our his’tree.
Stuck on an island yet I just can’t see outside
Send up a signal in the hopes that you can give me a ride,
To the places that you go in your mind.

Staring in your general direction,
Your eyes fixed on the horizon, I
Know we can buy ourselves time,
If we can mobilize,
Coordinate insides,
Get coordinates States-side, ah, ha-ha!   [ =_( ]
We have to try, we have to try, oh-oh-oh!
If you and I, record it right then maybe we can
Chart atop the billboards while they
Chart a course to paint our story on

If we can get it going, going, going
Then we can get going, going, =GONE=

We wanna make it out of here
If we wanna make it out of here
Alive
We’ve got to collaborate
Our lab, low battery
Near midnight on Saturday
Not a lot of time
We wanna make it out of here
But no one makes it out of here alone
Message in a bottle going, going, going
So we can get going... =GONE=

The Storytellers [The Paladxn, 0] - GONE

Straaaanded 
We crash landed
Taco and Smokee 
 not the bell, bear, or bandit
Man so sandy 
 we got this shit
Just shoot this message at demon herd like lickity split
 not an SoS 
Or a signal of distress
We just got some requests
Listen, I made a list
We need a bunch of weed and some blunts so we can smoke em
some fine ass women so we can get to know em
 bring the bouncy house them boobies bouncing while we floatin
And bring the demon herd yachts, yeah
Boff'em
And Will, connect em with the yacht bridge
 dont forget the drugs and alcohol just bring alot with
All the speakers and the lights 
cut down our tree and build a stage
Dont save our tree
Cuz We dont want our tree saved
goin on a couple days now 
Slick Chillin
Birds whistle on the beat
Up in my mac miller feelings
grab a couple grills for grilling
Oh yeah, bring some food and feed us
And some insulin and needles
Smokee got the diabeetus
since existing as a teenage dirtbag baby
Wheatus
All up in this vpc mess
They dont want us but they need us
If they cant join us better beat us
 island party genius
Taco the nutty professor 
 we both screaming "Cmon Cleatus!"
Its knives down forks up
Roasting rappers like some pork butts
 sho nuff
We need some mo stuff


Island party vibes 
Bring the homies and the "fam" in,
 Yeah we hungry
  Yeah we thirsty 
  Yeah we dirty
But we jamming
Yeah man,
Me and taco ten toes deep up I'm the sand when
Diggin trenches like an irrigation system fruits to plant em
Got some future planning
Bring some wifi w a bunch of bandwidth
 we can kick some island jams and keep these mammajamas dancing
Taco lookin like a sandwich like dammit 2 whole snacks
  let him throw the bottle cuz he gotta swole back.
This ver(se)bose important
Let me drop our last coordinates
yall can find this island party 
 Man this shore looks fuckin gorgeous.
Guess I gotsta cut this short 
it seems we running outta data
Taco dont throw it, wait up
 I gotta estimate locations.
Fuuuuuuuck

The Southern Demon Nerd [Smokee B, Taco Supreme] - Melon Island

i done came down, more throwed than a discus
ran so much game i done tore my meniscus
it goes down like physics, my flows non-euclidean
my whip all black, i drive a chevrolet obsidian
- more numbers than lotto
call the police i got a stolen picasso
got a pet bald eagle and a stolen da vinci
pass the neosporin my trigger finger itchy
- pass the calamine lotion
i done swam across the ocean, i done came with that potion
cryin' in the whip i drive a chevrolet emotion
i done came with that quotient
your click gets divided, shit kinda quiet
jesse d bandcamp, you know imma pirate it
my flows, expensive like plywood
they salty bout the benz insignia on my hood

they say stroke, you need to cool it
but i'm BOMB, back on my bullshit
they say stroke, how do you do it
i say i'm BOMB, back on my bullshit

back on my bullshit, young stroke at your service
smokin' and sippin' imma tell you bout the herbalist
imma tell you bout the liquid, i'm sippin'
feelin' kinda tipsy, imma do somethin' risky
strip to my skivvies and i'm showin' naked spine
sweeney toad made the beat into a frankenstein
when streezy toad links up with king kong mega dong schlong
we'll drop a hit like thong song except ten times more strong
i'm unstoppable, like a zit unpoppable
photoshop's pissed 'cause streezy toad's uncroppable
the road called life, got obstacles and potholes
but i don't give a damn, poker game i'll not fold
diamond hand holder, flow so hot i smolder
keep the damn stash in the lisa frank folder
pop trunk in denver, close it down in boulder
haters listened to my song and turned 10 years older

Streezy Toad [Young Stroke Aka Young Muscle, Sweeney Toad] - B_O_M_B

Coconut Surprise (Slop Slop)

(digging)
Hey Frank! Frank!

What?

Check this out! I found a tape recorder!
Looks like a minute or two of battery left!

Great! We can use it to send out an sos

Welcome to Island Time Live! The number one rated (and only) program on Island TV! Please welcome your host... Mike Bananas!

Hey! Thank you so much! Hey how bout this one Frank. Check out these stretches!
What are you doing...
Pilates of the Carribean!
(Frank) So thirsty... help help!

chilling on the island
feeling like a pirate
cos I think I got scurvy
Haven't eaten in days

Cos coconuts equal diarrhea
And no TP makes a red-raw rear
(Been a year), and a little bit of poo between two good friends

urrgh...

time for a key change more like a seachange
when i do wees out my dick I get pee pains
Went from yellow, to turning red
Speaking of red, I got terribly sunburnt

Coconut solo!

Tree solo!

Crab solo!

Oh no! Frank what did you do to Sebastian?

Ate him.

I bet he was tasty, I feel so hungry.
So hungry... gonna eat Frank

(Frank) wait what?

I said I gotta be Frank I got a back up in my spank bank
300 days since I had a dank wank
And I really need to bust in a coconut
(Frank) Bust in a what?
Don't drink em! slop slop

slip slap gonna whack on a hat
walk down to the waves using hair from my back
to make rope (you've lost it..)
Look an Oasis! I guess today I gotta bring it back to you

(not even how it goes...)

Alright! Well goodnight everyone, hope you enjoyed the show. I know I did. I host the show. Me. Mike Bananas. Every week. So until next week. See you later!  


mike! mike! tell them the coordinates
Oh yea! 
BATTERY DEPLETED

Spandex Moose [Mike Bananas, Frank Danger] - Coconut Surprise (Slop Slop)

SlothdubzAndRonin [Only One Ronin] - Ennui

Some people find it hard
getting along with their own thoughts
The mind can Frankenstein the worst
Or make the perfect postcard
So far-
From home
Readily known as vacay
But Paradise can only paint the pros
Before the Mayday
*Everything seems fine*
Until you find you live the same day
Repeat without the conflict
You avoided in the first place
Sleep in a bed of roses, but
roses come with thorns
You can find the peace inside,
Just outside the comfort zone


La di da di da
You can smell it on me
My repression, Mild depression
With an air of ennui

La di da di da
Good afternoon, good morning
another day in paradise
Conveniently distorting


You believe me
If I mean it
I said it
They call me the Alfred
That makes you the future
Thats Terry McGinnis
Both feral
And vetted

Not too old to get tested
But Fuck the repetitive
Edit
Put your whole heart in the beat
You embedded in
You got message you gettin
you get in your head
Just to end it kid
Thats why you move
ten steps ahead of it
Make music your medicine
Chew threw the game
Like the venison

Fighting for a life
So I can live in a box
Cut off availability
Afraid to get blocked
Lofty in the sky
But the storm struck different
Rock paper scissors
With the wrong ammunition
Never even factored In anyone's premonition
Simulated systems
Keep on glitchin
Plot twist-
Turns all come unannounced
I gotta shell on my back
In the crib named kami house

SlothdubzAndRonin [Only Onle Ronin, Slothdubz] - Ennui

We went to Mile 0 Beach and the local petting zoo with a zoom recorder.


The "kick drum" is us kicking a 5 Gallon drum we found on the beach, detuned

The "hi hats" are clam and oyster shells we found and clicked together

The "rim shots" are sticks we found on the beach and smacked together

The Beach noise is recorded directly from the Pacific Ocean

The Campfire noise came from Klopps backyard
The Tape click is my old Sony Walkman starting and stopping the first mixtape my hiphop group was ever on

The Goat, Peacock, and Zebu noises are from the Beacon Hill petting farm

LYRICS:

our ride is busted up
droppin rhymes like a coconut
hoping that 
provoking the totem 
chimes and it opens up

a broken structure
ruptures from the scenery
intertwined with vines 
decaing time beneath me


a tropical island
got a sidekick beside him
tryna fuck with Poseidon
but it's hard to stay fluid

as I scribe on papyrus
the esophogas tires
pyus, sensory fire
in time with the movement

LETS GO!

circle tightens 
so we have a palaver
squaking with the sparrows 
holding court over this challenge


the, lord of flies says
piggies on the spit now
watch me take this corny round
and crank out a legit sound


how it goin down
rapping through a busted gut
throat ripping nasaly scrub
picking the slack up

you better back up 
I learned how to bellow
stoke the fire ripping
pire glistens get the marshmallows


kicking lyrics by the ocean
the coastal erosion
broken by the tones
spoken at the quotient

copious atonement
won't show the globe
we've sown and were imploding
so enjoy covid 
and the collective 
of open mourning


no adorning fans 
no exploring random 
sands the globe is
shut down for expansion
till we get our stab

what the fuck
was that a crab
riding on a deer
please can we get back
to the studio with 
our gear
I fucking hate it here

The Storytellers [The Paladxn, 0] - GONE

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