Falling out the sky with that lame alibi/ I'm the same man that cried at the end of beautiful creatures/ it's not unusual to seek the love of another/ I wish my grandmother was here to watch brother bear/ I fear being scared/ I wish I was Frank in God Bless America/ prepared to die a hero/ trying to find myself like Darryl Zero/ solve the mystery men/ history tends to lie/ I'll catch my friends in the rye/ rest my head in the pines/ spread my wings and fly/ still don't know why/ I used to have to change the channel when G Baby dies/ at times I feel like Truman Burbank/ I wish I was smart as Blank-man I wish I didn't like that song bout Shabba Ranks/ I give thanks where it's due/ I thank God for letting me love you

Drown my sadness with pastries/ I wish the world didn't hate me/ listening to Charles Hamilton while I play Skate 3/ talking to myself told him shut the fuck up, he said make me/ I hate toy money that's how I feel/ playboy bunny and a banana peel/ show some tity for a record deal/ jump off a bridge have some mass appeal/ cop a feeling buy my cd/ fuck ICP/ dive in the rabbit hole called Youtube/ who knew you could waste so much time on Slutload/ watching Sunny Lane touch her toes/ I'm a ticking time bomb of fury waiting to explode/ I keep it bottled up inside/ some say we all have wings to fly but most don't know why/ I'm frustrated to the point I cry/ Woe is me/ the combination made my eyes bleed/ nauseated and depressed/ masturbated till I felt regret/ I'm a gluten, stuck in this hell/ oh well, oh well Taking all my med's so I can be a happy boy/ they pushed me in the sand and stole away my toys/ I'm just a puppet who can see the strings/ When in Rome please Kill the king/ Spill the blood in the middle of the streets/ Nobody knows the sadness that I see/ Lost in this zoo all alone/ Floating away in space I'm just a clone/ Nobody knows this sadness that I see/ Bucket of blood I can hear it in my sleep

Fred Farkle on the ledge like DeMarco, the don wan/ don't count your marbles/ lit the doobie till it sparkled/ a fat sack of goodies like Saint Nick/ just for kicks, painted portraits in the sky while he gave it a kiss/ even if the record skips still flip scripts from here to ja'bip/ in the mix with that real live shit/ get a grip threw yah cd out the car window/ don't trust no Carl Winslow's/ these hate mongering pricks'll leave yah lying in a ditch if yah tagging up the bridge/ art is a crime in these old farts minds/ markers for the jewel case/ starter jacket that he stole from his school mate/ same intuition that told him spike the Kool Aid/ rule 4080: get a better role model than slim shady/ his favorite song's Rape Me by Nirvana/ sitting on 14's in the 98 Honda/ at least he ain't got a chicken head baby mama/ not yet at least/ playing beats getting faded/ I wanna be sedated/ my money's no good since I made it/ don't taste the good life, it's poisoned/ gonna kill you and yah boyfriend/ and watch yah durty pop/ as the birdies drop/ I like tasty cakes son I live hip hop/ Balling, must've played hoops everyday/ fuck falling to the maze son we trying to get paid/ lamping in the shade/ where the Eskimos play/ with that medical escape/ escape Dated the devil, went out for a bite/ than they danced in the pale moonlight/ outta sight/ sky diving in the rain/ smoking sugar cane/ drained in the purple stains/ insane in the right ways/ wrong side of the brain/ chained to the steps/ it's all a game in yah head/ freestyle Fred/ gonna try till he's dead/ or riding with the Feds/ down that highway to a heaven-less existence/ bliss is a myth know the difference/ tripping off the realness/ feel this like a sword at yah neck/ bored to death/ writing rhymes with chalk in the street/ it's not his fault he's a freak/ don't take life too seriously/ it's a pyramid scheme/ here to defeat you mentally/ enemy of the fate/ chased down the block of stares from their weary eyes/ take a lifetime for the tears to dry/ pocket size mirrors capture your reflection/ and your fear of asking questions/ you've known nothing as clear/ alone for a thousand years/ Balling, must've played hoops everyday/ fuck falling to the maze son we trying to get paid/ lamping in the shade/ where the Eskimos play/ with that medical escape/ escape Fred Farkle tossing marbles by the river scene/ finding happiness till his livers green/ Dimethyltryptamine make a man fiend for a dream to call his own/ everyone is lonely so at least you're not all alone/ taught me what I need to know, I'm ready for the masses/ left the show with their minds in their asses/ smashing in the oil spillage/ rebuild this devolution/ society's shooting brain wave solutions/ by my side was the mutants/ rooting for spiritual satirical miracles/ supported but never truly understand/ aborted, catching thunder in his hands/ came from a house of love/ his pain was overdubbed by the saints from above/ take a number get in line for review/ the oppression is only inside of you/ one day I'll find the moon and use it as a lamp/ don't confuse it with a tramp/ give thanks to the father/ top shot'er walking on hot lava and egg shells/ not a doctor but they meant well/ raised a super being, used to dreaming/ still working on reality/ give the fallacy a chance/ humility and how to romance/ take a stance/ be amazing like Lance Hunt/ no matter what them damn dunce say/ find one hundred ways/ turn the tragedy into a happy play/ if not tomorrow than today…

I wanna kill you with a home appliance, that I got from Kohl's/ I've been practicing defiance but that's getting drone/ I'm gonna gouge my eyes out with a spork/ I knew the president in 84 he's still a dork/ I be that mother funker with the plunger/ dropping from the roof/ cape blowing in the wind, plus my shiny gold tooth/ ten cavities but I don't give a hoot/ y'all some studio gangsta's bragging bout the cash you don't have/ jacking beats off YouTube yah should've never skipped class/ to take a drag of that headache hash, sniffing Elmer's out a bag/ wasted all that whip cream just to crash/ I'm like a fat Elvis giving out Pontiac's/ thrusting my pelvis cos the ladies seem to love that/ I think I'm the greatest rapper ever, call me Vicky V/ heavy with the jazz like Dickie Green-leaf/ y'all looking like Steve Glans-berg, eating lunch alone/ principal got me crying put my mother on the phone/ snuffed a classmate cos he said he ain't like my poem/ I don't do well with criticism/ don't tell me how to rap you pansy/ you've been dead since the credits/ you gave birth to Bambi.

All up in the videos, all up in the liner notes, all up in them ad-libs, yelling in yah left ear, trying to get them samples cleared, signing them agreements, diving in the cement, refreshing that email, quit rap do retail, got myself an agent, carved my website in the pavement, keep doing you, go fuck yourself, stuck in hell, with nothing to sell, but roses and mustard gas, get low girl shake that ass, hold the rat by the tail, pray to god, check yah mail, souls for sale, put the lotion in the bucket, all hail the…oh well fuck it., head rolling in the street, popcorn spilt on the seat, defeat the purpose, leave the beat nervous, a grain of salt or a rock you’ll still sink, unless it’s about me I don’t care what you think, in the chevy with a girl who look like 96 Pink, driving drunk just stole my momma a mink, you’re looking like Finkelstein, stick a blender on yah head now I’m drinking yah mind, and it fucking tastes like shit.

VH1 makes me wanna drink codeine, jacking off to Pam Grier in 1983, I took Hillary for a date in like 98, we ate crepes and watched leather face, I’m heck a different, you’s an idiot like lord Jamar, it’s Darko the mother funking superstar, larger than Yao for Visa, do you understand the words coming out of your speaker? who put this sneaker in my pizza, I got some coupons autographed by Andy Milonakis, I give kids nightmares like the video for Rocket, watch this I’m Will Arnet, you still work at target, I paid the cost, I’m the rap game David Cross, I’m sand paper soft, burn down the city like the Lakers lost. Cos yah had a bad day, taken one down, sing a sad song just to turn it around Get up, Get a fucking job and move out

The flow’s so cold boy, chilling watching Old Boy, they be singing Oh Joy, Puffy in a Rolls Royce, yelling bout pro-choice, now throw up your glow toys, fresh as some Altoids, we gone make it out boy, kill it like the sound boy, Punk ain’t just some loud noise, is that your final answer? Hold me closer Tiny Dancer, my name’s Evan, I’m a Cancer, took some rhyme enhancers before I wrote this shit, I give a fuck what you think unless it’s…about the super, wild with the super, smile with the super, his style is so super, O’doyle called him a loser, but no he is the super, yes he is the super…smack the oatmeal out yah mouth, the super’s in the funking house, turn wine back to water in a drought, slaughtering their doubt, in the place to go, it’s Darko, bumping Maseo, it’s Darko, throwing H2O at Marko, you ain’t funking with the flavor, Operation: Life Savor, I don’t know none of my neighbors, I’m unemployed with no paper, like Rich Boy and all of his haters, nobody gives an arm, better yet a leg, I just wanted some veal parm, or maybe a chicken breast, fed up living stressed, can’t even get a job at UPS, I still don’t give a fuck what you think unless…it’s about the super, kill me I’m a loser, I have no friends I am the super, poor ol’ Evan Souza, no one gets his sense of humor, why? cos he’s the super!

Fuck this, kill me now, where’s the exit? lost and found, as Charlie drowned, brink a tears, sharpen your spears, lend me an ear, send me your fears, it’s like some pornographic magazine, midgets and drag queens all on my TV screen, playing tangerine dreams, while they pray on the weak, where’s the Blue Raja when yah need em? stick a fork in it, I don’t believe in demons, only love, sony selling phony drugs, get your priorities straight, Harvey ain’t fake, everyone else is, maybe I’m selfish, Sega genesis and welches grape, my game just rewind, Deep Space 9 to yah grill as it shines, blow yah mind It’s the same old hustle just give me all your glow, I got this new song wanna hear it? here it goes, flash me some titties baby, this one’s going in the VCR, I got a scarecrow in my pants, let’s get freaky in your mama’s car. Fuck that, dude where’s your hover craft? I’m Jack’s colon, catch me rolling, in something stolen, they tried to hold me up, sadly mistaken, throw it up like a bad piece of bacon, wave yah arms like the inflatable tube man, getting famous off a soup can, what’s art to you? get off the wall start to move, up the charts, down the poles, Randy the goat man got your soul

Let’s see what I could rap about, take the mask off, pull the dagger out, the mouth of a fiend, blood lust dummy still doubting all my dreams, bout it bout it, flamboyant like a Prince outfit, only in it or the cash like Captain Beef heart, forgot yah verse and asked to restart, yah getting played like Game Cube Nintendo, blowing on that endo, in the deep fried friend zone, we put it down like ten toes, big booty hoes get with it, sipping a frosty in a blizzard, let’s walk these dogs and feed em chicken gizzards, wicked word wizardry, stuck in misery but no one visits me, nothing changed but my limp yah see, still the same pimply geek, with more schticks than Carol Burnet, all in on the worst bet, dead as Zed patching up the hole in my head, stole the bread to live another day, do as your mother say, smooth as the butter glaze, microwaved thoughts, good day sir you lost, Like a moth to the flame, Hannibal to your brain, Darko yah know the name, bring the ruckus and the pain, while yah dab the grease off yah pizza, I’m pulling all the fly seniorita’s, dust off yah heaters, do em in with the meat cleaver, street sweeper off the meter, look at the big brain on brad, straight up your mixtape’s sad.

Kill the oppressor, hang em in the street, guns banging to the beat, we some negative creeps, just trying to eat, flipping the weed sacks, chill with your feedback, clean the trash and give it to you, sipping brew, trying to get my logo on a shoe, only rapper in 96 with the flu, up in the game ain’t nothing true, I’m Darko, silly maggot who the fuck are you?, got so much soul homies always be like yo, flipping scripts like Quentin Tarantino, pockets on double stuffed burrito, Doritos, Cheetos and Frito’s, with Richie Viteritto, simple as 1 2 3 into the 4, The Super is knocking at yah door, turn that fruitcake horse shit down, you made me lose faith in this morbid town. Drown me in you, Captain Jack you’ve really got me blue. Suicide won’t help you, only chase away you’re dreams, calculate your fear, get me away from here and all the fiends.

Let's meet Goo on the avenue/ who put the glue in Johnny's shoe? And the dawg goes moo/ we need more food/ the streets sure seem rude/ toss the beat in the stew/ flossing with the monkey wrench/ spray paint it on the park bench let me know it's real/ yah know the deal/ squeal and yah get the electric eel/ brush a death like between meals/ why's yah face look teal/ feel this like yah pissing razor blades/ I'd rather listen to karaoke renditions of Paper Maid/ pockets full of tater tots, cheese and bacon/ if I got paid a lot my feet'd be aching/ it's hard labor, carrying this spartan laser/ narcs tapped my pager/ got drafted by the raiders in 86/ round the time Mike D and them start making hits/ on tour with Kurt Cobain and Bill Hicks/ then Beck changed the game/ what the heck color is the flames/ burnt down the town like the Yankees lost/ meanwhile I'm collecting all the panties tossed/ playing the steel pipe for Billy Joel/ I bang it to hell each night at every show.

Played out, way off yah radar, they doubt till I'm laying in the quasars, raw as a motherfucker word to the other man, armed with the sun above us, we’re just the son of man, Rhymesayers at Scribble Jam, fine player you be the middle man, meet me between death, why yah always gotta seemed stressed, living to see checks, that ain’t the way follow me, all that’s left in these hollow days of grief, she’d rather play in the sheets, I just wanna make a beat, that’s my creative need, astrology is horse shit, maybe I’m too morbid, but your opinions and beliefs are cute but don’t mean nothing to me, do what yah love though I’m very contradictive, down with the buttery slickness, till the day I fry I’m a wonder why we’re spinning on this earth, pre birth crisis, done feeling lifeless, what I gotta do to let you know I’m the nicest. Take me now I wanna feel, where the birds do sing and nothing’s real Free as the man, made of pain, with an empty heart and a bogus name, Dark as the lime light, all cos I rhyme tight, may you find strength in these hard times, the good, the bad, the beautiful, I’ll take my usual, unsuitable for children, building on millions like the franchise player, handing out these tapes like I’m running for mayor, vigilante with the taser’s, still working at staples stacking all that paper, with a face full of craters, driving the bus I got bout 10 haters.