[Lyric] Isabelles Sea Shells Rap (Vannamelon & Genuine)

[Intro]
She sells seashells on a seashore
But the value of shell's bells will fall
Due to Tom Nook's dumb landscaping plan
Our island's beaches have all turned to quicksand

[Verse]
Step 1: Let's sucker them with clever artistry
Trick the villagers into a mud-spa service jamboree, "Spa with me"
Take as many signs as you can find and spam around this island
Stockpile them high until they span to the horizon
Step 2: You gotta make the villagers need a spa
Need a spa, really need a spa, pull their last straw
Stressful letters, loud noises, plant flea into thеir fur
If you haven't got a sand spa, it's only gonna get worse
3: Do is sloppily, makе the mud too watery
Charge 'em extra bells, they won't know it's a robbery
"Shells must shell!" That won't work if they're all slobbery
I'm not playing, sir, we're here to earn bells properly
4: Quicksand, quicksand, quicksand?
Villagers might die, that's blood on our hands
5: Blame Tom Nook. Why set up yourself?
She sells seashells? Sell Tom Nook to Hell
6: Run, they're mad, they're suing our rocks
We'll survive on seabass that we'll catch from our socks
7: Stomp on the gas, take your foot off the brake
We'll change our names, I'm Paulabelle, you're Jake
8: Big spider mate, over there, just great
If it bites, we'll respawn back to the island gate
9: Polarized by villagers, your head down in shame
Forget about this island, just reset your game
[Outro]
10: A new island is yours
Step out of the airport to oblivious paws
You're a liar, a cheat, a turnip, a boar
And you sell seashells on the seashore