Season 6 Overview- “Run It Back!”

Wanted it, needed it Needed it— Got it Wanted it, needed it Needed it— Got it Wanted it, needed it Needed it— Got it Wanted it, needed it Needed it— Got it Got it I got it Got it I got it Got it I got it Got it I got it Wanted it, needed it Needed it— Got it 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. Wanted it, needed it Needed it— Got it Wanted it, needed it Needed it— Got it Wanted it, needed it Needed it— Got it Wanted it, needed it Needed it— Got it Got it I got it Got it I got it Got it I got it Got it I got it Wanted it, needed it Needed it— Got it {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © Look, demons aren't scary to me, nor can they really hurt me—or anyone really, besides the person they're residing in. To be honest, I find them more irritating—stupid, really. They're dumb and typically reside in lower-thinking beings, or worse, unthinking creatures— I'm not perfect, but I don't want your lack of judgement in my peripheral vision, or anywhere around me. You see, demons can only enter and affect the weak and feeble—those who have taken such careless damage to one's own self and one's own body so knowingly that a creature whom itself has no moral or conscious has bonded itself to you. At a certain point. I realized that these things were trying to get my attention— Perhaps, even, I became aware of it, this vibration elevated so slightly enough that it began trying to communicate something to me—maybe something I needed to see, and it became more so apparent at how willing so many are quick In this life to discard their bodies not for their self interest or simply in pleasure but because of the expectations of society—or, perhaps, just the lack of consciousness which discerns one thing from another. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©