Death Valley

The Undead Task Force (a branch of the LAPD, formed when the San Fernando Valley was overtaken by zombies, werewolves and vampires) must continue to get rid of the monsters and contain them in the valley. While this occurs, scientists work to find out what caused the outbreak. A brave camera crew comes along for the ride.

Cast

• Texas Battle
• Bryan Callen
• Bryce Johnson
• Charlie Sanders
• Caity Lotz
• Tania Raymonde
• Vene L. Arcoraci
• Toby Meuli
• Courtney Halverson
• R.J. Cantu
• Melissa Paulo
• Lindsay Stuart
• Bill Oberst Jr.
• Stacey LaBerge
• Brendan Bradley
• Chris Dougherty
• Todd Batstone
• Adam Carr

• Season 1
• Episode 1: Pilot
  In the first episode, it is revealed that "John John" gets his nickname from his full title: John Jo...
• Episode 2: Help Us Help You
  USA...
• Episode 3: Blood Vessels
  USA...
• Episode 4: Two Girls, One Cop
  USA...
• Episode 5: Zombie Fights
  USA...
• Episode 6: The Hottest Day of the Year
  USA...
• Episode 7: Who, What, When, Werewolf... Why
  USA...
• Episode 8: Undead Hookers
  USA...
• Episode 9: Tick... Tick... BOOM!
  USA:31 October 2011...
• Episode 10: Assault on Precinct UTF
  USA:7 November 2011...
• Episode 11: Partners
  USA:14 November 2011...
• Episode 12: Peace in the Valley
  Captain Dashell: This is gibberish. Pretty sure he's on a morphine drip....

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Death Valley '69 - Sonic Youth
• Death To All - Necrophobic
• Death Blow - Kool Moe Dee
• Death Roll - Infernal Majesty
• Death Toll - Crucifix

[Lydia's lines in brackets when they differ]
Coming down
Sadie I love it [Coming down]
Now now now
Death Valley '69
You're right
You're right
You're right
You're right [You were right]
I was on the wrong track
We're deep in the valley
How deep in the gulley
And now in the canyon
Way out in the yonder
She started to holler
She started to holler
I didn't wanna
I didn't wanna
I didn't wanna
I didn't wanna
But she started to holler
So I had to hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Hit it
Deep in the valley
In the trunk of an old car
In the back of a Chevy [I got sand in my mouth]
I got sand in my mouth
You got sun in yr eyes
Blind [Blinded]
And you wanted to get there
But I couldn't go faster
And it couldn't go faster
So I started to hit it
So I started to hit it
And I started to hit it
Hit it (x 7)
Coming down
Sadie I love it
Now now now
Death Valley '69
Death Valley '69
Death Valley '69
Death Valley '69
Kim: "Hi death, it's been a long time"
Thurston: "Nothing to lose"

tartarean gloom covers his throne
uplifted beyond hope abhorred
with the majesty of darkness round
whence deep thunders roar
satan except, none higher sat
and with grave aspect he rose
this place our dungeon and the spirits damned
by force all hell shall oppose
storm through the gates
depraved and scorned
thrive on your hate
triumph of the horned
with hell, flames and fury
black fire and horror, all at once
the hell-doomed and hell-born legions
shall storm the gates as one
break the chains in the burning lake
sad of sorrow, deep and black
on obscure wings into the realm of night
with vengeance we attack
strom through the gates
depraved and scorned
thrive on your hate
triumph of the horned
as night descend over eden
a dust cloud emerges that shadows the moon
the wind sweeps cold and vile
ashes form a blackened dune
we came as their prayers were dying
theh wind carried a contorted psalm
envenomed the words of the blind
inhaling our whispers unknowingly calm
upborne with indefatigable wings
armed with the secrets of his domain
chaos shall follow his shadow
so the smell of sulphur and fire strange
tear through his entrails, with fear and pain
our supreme enemy dethroned
with blackes insurrection, to confound
heavens purest light, yet our great foe
strom through the gates
depraved and scorned
thrive on your hate

To the Break of dawn
To the, to the, to the
Times up punk
yea yea Time to settle the score
To the break of dawn, another dumb move
Ha, ha, ha this time it's over boy
This is me and you, head to head, let's go
Here we go, beat down round 2
Heads up punk 'cause it all comes down to
Me and you, face to face, head to head
Mic to mic, I like the weak shit you said
To the break of dawn, beats nitro
Lyrics weak, say goodnight 'cho
Star Trek shades, man cut the joke
Let's get serious and go for broke
You still got a lock on my jock like a pitbull
Victor before you pull it off you thought Mr. Pitiful
Here's some mouthwash, g
Your mouth smells like my jockstrap, C-
A-U-S-E, you're rhyme didn't mean
?D-O-D-D?, junior Moe Dee
Stop biting, chewing, swallowing
Who in the hell told you that you could do what you were doing
Raise up son, I need jock relief
Here's a toothpick, now get my jock out your teeth
You swallow it, yea, finish, burp
Now let a real man go to work
'Cause I'm a whip you like your daddy, beat ya like a baby
Sick ya like a dog, dropping lyrics wit rabies
Cut ya like a knife 'cause you're nuthin but hype
You slice and dice and ice twice for life
I'm a treat ya like a hooker punk, change your clothes
Put you on the streets wit ya jingling hoes
Keep talking about me and I'll keep pimping
Just bring me that money and take this last whipping
How can one man be so dumb
You're trying to come off and don't know how to come
You're young and dumb and quick at the tongue
You high strung bum come and get done
I'll do you wit a death blow
(Chorus)
Kill 'em kill 'em
I'll hit ya wit a death blow
My lyrical beatdown will leave ya in a coma
'Cause you can't hang without a high school diploma
Your brain of fatigue, you're out of your league
You're running out of gas and you're tank is on E
Somebody buy him a heart 'cause he's petro
Take you're whipping like a man brother let go
No apologies, tears of violence
Get your black suits 'cause I ain't smiling
I'm shooting the gift of gab, brother you're ripped in half
Soon as the mic is past, you won't live to laugh
If there's laughter, I'll get the last one
You loafed on the lyrics and you caught a bad one
So who's got no style, look at your profile
You can't dance, can't dress and you're so foul
Still wearing played out 4 finger rings
Played out fat gold chains and things
You changed your look now change your gameplan
Trying to dress but you still wear name brand
Brother, you look crazy weak
And it gets worse when we hear you speak
So you ain't got a chance in hell
You'll be known as the late LL
The man who lost one, one too often
Came wit a soft one and went to his coffin
A close casket they won't show ya
When I finish, you're mama won't know ya
'Cause I'm a rip you limb from limb
You tombstone read he had no win
So RIP, Rest in peace, rip 'em
D.I.D., dead indeed, did 'em
A H-I-T, hitman, so whatcha hit 'em wit
A rhyme silencer, I hit 'em wit a death blow
Chorus
If mama said knock me out, come do it
You can't win and that (record scratch) knew it
I'm a send you home in a body bag
Wit the mic in your throat and a jock for a gag
You're out of here, over, finished, all in
And Marly marl can't save you from fallin
'Cause as soon as you came back what did you do
To the break of dawn, another dumb move
You can't go hard, you're just so-so Todd
I'm that type of guy, oh my God
It's gets no rougher comes no weaker
marly hooked the beats so now you need a
Writer to bring you back from hell
Because I'm a rock up L
Low life loser, life like luna
Lafidasical, lispless luna
Tic liver lifeless, living likeness
Lusting longing lyrics like this
Little league, lard larsonist liar
Label ledger, left the leper liar
Bull, lull, lateral learning
Laps language latent lurking
Language, language, local logo
Light laboring, limited local
Now LL's a laughing stock
'Cause I bit that ass to the last stop
I watched you fall like Hitler fell
And now you're down to a broken L
You're records ain't hot and you're shows don't sell
Yo, tell 'em how you fell L, hard as hell
You came back and you thought you had me
But think about it, whos' your daddy
Kill 'em... Big daddy, I don't want none...
I did 'em wit a death blow
To the break of dawn
To the, to the, to the, get him out of here
(Kool Moe Dee Talks)

Open your eyes to the under God
Arouse, in flame, temper
Seize this moment it's his appetite
Not to be, undermined, insane rage>/P>
Cyclones though, like a hurricane
Your diminutive microcosm lies in your hands
Pray to God by a dying sun
The salvation of hungry Gods
Try to control rabidity
Gritting, in, red
Try to control rabidity
Gritting, in, red
Reach out, reach out into the flames
You lack the will to bend my friend
Grimace, a ghastly green glow
Always waiting for the weak
Words of gospel, infected lies
His diminutive microcosm lies your hands
Try to control rabidity
Gritting, in, red
Try to control rabidity
Gritting, in, red
In my minds eye I can see your soul
In my minds eye this is the death roll
Not what you think, you can't feel
Not what you think, you can't breathe
In my minds eye I now own your soul
(far away, far away, far away, far away)

Born weeks premature not to everyone's delight
crippled from malnutrtion, another unwanted child
she cradled him in her
arms while she brushed away the flies
praying that her newborn can survive through the night
it's a shame to give birth in
a world that is dirt
what kind of life can she give when she has nothing to offer
she held him to her breast, a future they
can't even hope for
a reality she can't escape, numbed to the cold and despair
victim of greed, the poor never get their
share
it's a shame to give birth in a world thats dirt
the stifling heat of the night, mother and child on the ground
pain and the sadness, children scavenge for what van be found
they try to hide the poverty but poverty can't be hidden
covering up a lie with another lie it's the way of the system
their solution to hunger is a dime from here and there
still they support the arms and i don't believe they care
and the millions go on starving to preserve the american dream
they pile up more statistics to prove that's how it's always been
when morning came,her baby died, she could do nothing
but weap
something broke inside of her, something frail and weak
she accepts death a a part of life that is lonely and
final
accepts a life of poverty, then she closed her eyes to sleep
weighing the burdens, maybe it's better off to die