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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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released February 23, 2016