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Creepazoid!

by Darko The Super

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Seek and destroy with the Creepazoid It's your favorite freakazoid Simon says leap for joy I start everyday with Jadakiss laughing in my face I'm so pretty that I have to carry mace I couldn't sell a blank disc but I sold out a cassette tapes How's that corporate American society? Get off my case I don't like rap music. I like pizza I love rap, but they won't accept my visa My advice to anyone would be to visit their local record shop Don't be a power hungry idiot and become a cop I used to write a lot But never wrote no slop that was pure poppycock I'm giving out swirly's to you gym locker jocks This is the fat kid's revenge I'm a layback, rap and make ends These are the bends, these are the breaks Let me get another strawberry milkshake
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I'm feeling creepy I'm feeling creepy I wanna touch myself and think of you I wanna call you up Let's go on a date Eat some Taco Bell It's not too late A single tear drop Rolls down my face I ordered Chinese food And didn't touch my plate I'm feeling creepy I'm feeling creepy I wanna touch myself and think of you I wanna call you up Let's talk for hours Next time I see you I'll bring flowers Reheat the chicken When I get home Message you Check my phone I'm feeling creepy I'm feeling creepy I wanna touch myself and think of you I wanna call you up Tell you my warped perception I wanna eat you out I wanna crash your wedding I wanna shoot myself Feel something Apologize Steal you a ring Let's write a song Let's drink the punch All day long It's the Brady Bunch Just me and these 4 walls Bouncing back a forth Yesterday I tried to call I guess you're at work I'm feeling creepy I'm feeling creepy I wanna touch myself and think of you
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I'm sensitive Watch how you talk to the kid I'll throw a tv at you, crazy Listening to big baby Rolling round with the windows down Drink a little Pepsi, wipe away my frown Corporate sleaze pointing fingers at me I smack him in the face take a bat to his knees It's cold outside It's the holidays You know a player like me I gotta get paid 25 lighters on my night stand You know I keep the heat loaded in my right hand Smoking on them pipe dreams You better cut your hair, start serving ice cream Cos rap ain't working out This ain't working out Making beats ain't for you buddy Get off the computer go earn you some money Don't be mad Don't be mad There's nothing wrong with the capitalist You treat me slick you gone eat this fist I got the rap game sewed Ain't got no bills to owe Cos I live with my mom Call me chief lots of dough I rock the show for free They call that paying dues I call it ripping me off Sometimes you win, but mostly lose Crews now a days look confused on stage I don't even bother no more My name's folklore in these streets Maxing out to these hot ass beats Bout to break necks As I lay back, collect my paychecks
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I’m in that 05 candy drop playing Murdoc out the speakers Way before I copped a feature I was hot Rhyming in every cafeteria, street corner or hall They called me the white biggie smalls and I ran with that shit Was with the williest of willie’s as a kid I stole that Mike Jones and 50 Cent From F.Y.E., you can’t play me I held it down every summer, we doing NSYNC numbers I got my own brand of rubbers, I’m in that tan hummer I got the flyest honey’s riding the shaft I’ve been counting money since George W was dodging the draft I still remember my very first rap It went I’ll kick yah ass then sign your cast That’s some real shit I’ll have you limping off the field bitch I’m an ugly motherfucker and I’m broke But you still believe what I wrote I ain’t afraid of no ghost Rap artist don’t get played by coast to coast They digging in the ash tray to smoke the roach Darko The Super, I wrote the most Selling rhymes like dimes I’m still sleeping in the slime I’ll smack the fuck out your local rap tales Telling on yourself, bragging about the crack sales You ain’t a star, you sponging around with a snail Don’t approach me when I’m all out of ale Better go home and refresh your email You internet loser Go suck a fuck with your little PT Cruiser I’m the big dawg I only appear out of a thick fog Scratching my ass on the rhythm rug You’ll never meet a prettier thug I’m an ugly motherfucker and I’m broke But you still believe what I wrote
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Black hole in my chest You filled it with your peach colored dress I wrote a love letter for a friend I can’t wait to see her again Loneliness is odd When you don’t believe in God Luckily I have an angel Superwoman’s not a fable I wanna live our days out As the poet and the muse We’ll see the country Lose my nerve and follow through Lay you down Pick the thorns from our crown Love doesn’t have to be tragic You must be made of magic You make me so happy Smile till I fall asleep Count the time till we see each other My midnight day dream lover You leave me with a lump in my throat Hold your hand and I float Crying tears of what might be I just want you to like me Maybe this is unhealthy But it’ll work in the end Even if you deny my kiss Hope I’ll still have yah as a friend
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Darko In the mall switching tags, peeling barcodes Auntie Anne’s was the place to go then I like my cherry Icee extra frozen I got cinnamon sugar on my finger tips Pick my booger and rub it on the bigger kids Run to Champs, check out the Nike’s They would catch up and wanna fight me But I don’t like no confrontation Gun in yah mouth, that’s amazing Listening to Ghostface at the bus stop Never heard of me like a fun cop Chicken from the 50 cent blunt shop I ripped all those posters off my wall Girls say they like my southern draw But I’m coming from the east coast Butter and jelly on my wheat toast Won 25 bucks shooting free throws In 8th grade I was the man homie Now I’ve gained weight and feel mad lonely The rap game’s filled with lots of phonies And I’m no exception I struggle with depression A career ending injury I wanna get out the game and misery All my heroes are dead and gone So for them I write my songs Listen all, boys and girls Lizard people of the world I’m a rock in a sea of pearls You’re plastic, clean and shiny I’ll tell yah what you can kiss my high-knee Frank Zappa is the greatest Frank Zappa is my favorite Bill Hicks saved me from my sins Michael Larsen’s still the king Kurt Cobain’s heart was so pure Dilla changed my life and much more Thought I was James Dean for a day Peace out as I drift away
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It’s my paris hilton party So what if I can’t dance Like Eminem on the lean back remix I got a pistol in my pants I’m no Biggie I’m stardust like Ziggy I didn’t wake up like P Diddy It’s the end of the world as we know it and I’m feeling shitty I’m New Years day in the city Full of trash I like how that went down play it back Keep thinking I’m candy Till your fucking skull’ll it get popped And your brain fresh out the top like Jack in the box Damn Darko really spit it on em You heard that shit? Yeah Darko really shitted on em You just a small player in this game Play your part Don’t front, you know you afraid of the Dark I’m in the booth like Clark Kent Could get a monkey suite, maybe learn to pay rent But fuck all that Cos It’s my paris hilton party So what if I can’t dance Like Eminem on the lean back remix I got a pistol in my pants It’s my paris hilton party And I’ll cry if I wish Like baby boy da prince This is the way I live Y’all know what I’m talking about Do the Soulja Boy then walk it out Lean wit it rock wit it Put a fucking sock in it
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I’m a negative creep and a scrub I’m in love I got the bug and the drug She had beads on her doorway Said we can have it your way Now I’m swimming in the sorbet I’m playing the field Sometimes it’s hard to deal But I don’t lie to kick it, I just say what I feel I got the moves to put it in the groove I’m not that shy kid that yah used to know I’m popping and locking, you doing the cotton eyed joe We used to play cowboys and native americans Now it’s raw dog at the sheraton Not sure what I’ve become but I accept it Cos I lived life cautious now I’m acting reckless This song isn’t introspective for the sake of the listener To fear, I’m still a prisoner The child who ate TV dinners With the dinosaur shaped nuggets You can front on my music but I’m still proud of it I’m a bonafide rap weirdo and I love it
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Man made movie magic Microphone mathematic Bob had bitch tit’s God used rib tips to make you Hit the switch but I could never hate you Flipped the toggle for some shit covered goggles Odd enough I found my sanity Cramming these thoughts inside my self Right brain eater you can go to hell Lower the monkey and roast beef down the well Hiding in the yarn barn Singing like a car alarm Tiger with no skin Fire in the hole, and the trash bin Break glass and let us out Knox Overstreet on the couch She’s my one desire And you know that I would be a sire If I said we couldn’t get much higher I’m going through two lighters a day I’m a lover not a fighter in every way C’mon girl, marry a music man On the sands of shell beach I’m a thief, don’t help me I got a question for you Like where have you been? All my goddamn life I’ve been counting my sins But the sun won’t shine forever No the sun won’t shine forever Man made lakes of fire You played the patient liar Save me from the muck My tired ways have come unstuck Through time I’ve found the ways to disagree Peace brought down in lands of disbelief Fate is roses and mustard gas Pros and cons of the vacant path Luck be a lady and a stay at home dad Tried the blues in a crowded cab Ima buy you a Frank Zappa record Ima take you home, we gone watch the Heathers Ima let myself sank into the pleather Ima get you alone, and talk about the weather
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I wanna suffocate Put your pussy on my face Hump you to the bass in the beat The love we make is so sweet It's been a while let me taste that peach Trick or treat Give me something good to eat I wanna massage your feet Pull your hair Leave my teeth marks on your ass cheeks Finger you till you cum on the sheets These ain't lyrics it's erotica for you to read I want you dripping wet with thoughts of me Our favorite porn stars on the screen While we try to replicate Call me daddy while I cum on your face My dick down your throat You like getting smacked and choked Then afterwards we cuddle Snuggled up together Like two birds of a feather Naked, stuck to the pleather In a world of pleasure It couldn't get much better Whatever you think That'll do fine I need a new sink I need a new mind I wanna find myself I got signs to sell Down on this winding way I wanna lie awake Dreaming of you I wanna love you I wanna meet you I wanna see you Let me lick your pussy Let me kiss your pussy I wanna fuck you I wanna touch you How do you feel about it How do you live without it
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Fuck your shiny suit You ain’t the Kool Thing like Sonic Youth I didn’t buy a mood ring cos that’s what they do like the Roots crew Girls delete me from their iPhone’s quicker than U2 I ain’t the Blue Man Group I don’t got a new dance to do So give me all your money Isn’t it funny how quick the mood can change When you rhyme better but they got a Dookie Chain And your broke as fuck No hope or luck I’ve had enough And they got the nerve to be mad at us I’m just trying to prosper Can’t afford a whopper let alone a doctor’s visit But Ludacris got a midget around his neck It’s ludicrous the way it flips my head If this was “What about Evan?” and not Bob There’d be a different ending, somebody’s getting shot Cos I’m broke, I’m poor I can’t take it anymore Can’t find a job cos I don’t wanna look Procrastinate so much I could write a book I know you must see how hype it looks But I might just push myself off the edge Cos I’m better off dead Like John Cusack I got my socks on in the shower Put 2pac on for hours Picking flowers for my funeral Life sucks but the world is beautiful Been to hell so much they know my usual I’m in a cubical I’m in the powdered water I doubt yah oughta wanna step to me You should just let it be Cos I got the recipe It’s easy as butter It’s greasy in the gutter Don’t leave me my lover Who am I kidding? Who am I fooling? Put you to sleep now, you’re drooling This ain’t a freestyle, I ain’t cooling I ain’t lamping She could grind on me but I ain’t dancing Cos I got a pistol in my pants I ain’t happy to see you I’m just here to lean back And do the rock away Since depression’s the new craze I’m a pimp it and get paid Cos I liked it way before it was cool Back when I was eating my lunch in the bathroom at school Choking myself at night to feel the rush Praying not to wake up Cos I’m broke, I’m poor I can’t take it anymore Can’t find a job cos I don’t wanna look Procrastinate so much I could write a book I know you must see how hype it looks But I might just push myself off the ledge Cos I’m better off dead So now I’m broker than a broke dick dog I should be sleeping just like a log Down to my last 9 cents Guess my mind’s been spent Nobody wants you when you’re pathetic Might as well borrow your uncle’s gun and end it High school was hell life after ain’t any different At least back then you thought you had some wisdom False sense of security Your lyrics really worry me
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"He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed"

"Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?"

"I miss the comfort in being sad"

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released February 23, 2016

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Darko The Super Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Darko the Super is the weirdo rap superstar alter ego of Evan Souza. Born in the bosom of suburbia in 1993, Darko the Super wrote his first song at the tender age of 5. A prolific mad genius on the beats and microphone, also the mastermind behind indie label, U Don’t Deserve This Beautiful Art. ... more

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