Isabelle SeaShell's Rap

She sells seashells on the seashore
But the value of shell's bells will fall
Due to Tom Nook's dumb landscaping plan
Our island beaches will have turned to quicksand
Step one: Sucker them with clever artistry
Trick the villagers that it's a mud spa service jamboree
Spa with me!
Take as many signs as you can find and spam around this island
Take as many til they span to the horizon
Step two: Need to make the villagers need a spa
Need a spa, really need a spa
Pull the last straw!
Stressful letters, loud noises, plant fleas into their fur
Haven't got a sand spa? It's only gonna get worse!
Three: Do it sloppily, make the mud too watery
Charge them extra bells, they won't know it's a robbery
"Shells must sell"
That won't work if they're all slobbery!
We're not playing sir
We're here to earn bells properly!
Four: Quicksand! Quicksand! Quicksand!
Villagers might die! That's blood on our hands!
Five: Blame Tom Nook, why set up yourself?
"She sells seashells"
Sell Tom Nook to hell!
Six: When they're made they're suing our rocks
We'll survive on sea bass that we catch from our socks
Seven: Step on the gas, put your foot on the break
We'll change our names! I'm Paulabella, you're Jake
Eight: Check spider's mate over there just great!
If it bites we'll respond back to the island gate
Polarized by villagers, your head down in shame
Forget about this island, just reset your game!
Ten: A new island is yours
Step out of the airport to oblivious paws
You're a liar, a cheat, a turnip, a boar
Can she sell seashells on the seashore?