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They spit me out
Motherfuckers, spit me out
Poser punks
Faking the funk
And all that junk
They don’t wanna start none with the Dark one
I’ll choke you with your own intestines
You sucker of Satan’s cock
You have nothing to brag about
You’re stuck inside a box
Where you’ll rot for all eternity
You ain’t shit but a herb to me
My opinion’s don’t mean a damn thing, neither do yours
I rhyme cos it’s in my heart, you do it cos you’re drunk and bored
Get the fuck out of town, or duck down!
I ain’t playing around
Nobody knows what it’s like to be the super, to be the loser
Behind blue eyes, behind a computer
Get a new hobby, carbon copy
It’s the dawn of a new age
Wake up and step out the cave
Vanilla skies and no more pain
I’ll shoot the shit out of your internet
Dennis Leary’s a bitch
Like those fuckers asking if they played Lynyrd Skynyrd yet
I may have to start a fight at this open mic, it’s only right
You bastard’s don’t deserve the stylings of Darko
I’ve come so far yet so far to go
If you praise money you’re a fucking hoe
Yes you, with the guns and dope
Idiotic, moronic, satanic, whores
Who could have everything and still want more
Soon there’ll be a ban on helping the poor
That filthy devil’s winning and it’s time to settle the score
I mean no harm, only change
Not saying I wanna hold arms and chant around a flame
You oblivious, stuck on one side of the spectrum hippie
With that attitude things’ll only get more shitty
I feel fear, I feel sadness
To feel nothing but happy would be madness
Appreciate the miserable times as much as the good
I think Jesus said something like that, and if not, he should
I’m just a bitter motherfucker with a lot of anxiety
Sent out some applications but hope nobody hires me
I’m sensitized to rejection
Lying in my bed of depression
It’s never-ending, it’s nothingness
I wanna sleep for infinity and beyond, kick the bucket list
Put it in a song I think of all day long, till I hate it
Your children are overrated, you should’ve masturbated
If that’s the future, you can decapitate me now
I’m throwing in the kitchen sink and the towel
If I’m lying, I’m flying
As you can see my feet are on the ground
Oh, No! It’s Darko, with a mean mug and a frown
You could meet me in purgatory it’s going down
BET could suck my dick
Hot 97 could suck my dick
Justin Bieber could die in a ditch
Lil Wayne can eat shit with his ice grill
Bill Hicks is my lord and savior
Frank Zappa had it right about love
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Sharing Is Caring
03:44
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You make me feel the earth at my feet/ take me down to the sycamore tree/ which made me a more sicker MC/
I get what I need not what I want/ life is a cunt and I hate her/
I'm a dunce and a chronic master batter/
Shoot me in the face put me down/
Sleeping in a fancy crown
Drive me down to the corner store I need fake headphones and a bag of chips/ I'm all that and a flaming bag of shit
Cut me off completely/ destroy all my art/ home is where you deep fried my heart/ top of the charts
Baby, baby you drive me nuts/
I got an igloo and a wood chipper just for us/ ice cold so cool/ fresh pack a gum/ I look at you and drool/ I'm so dumb or maybe happy/ probably not/ I'm so sappy/ I'm a snot/ drops of rain on my head/ I'm a nun, they call me sister sledge
You'll never tell me how I feel/ diving into slime/ just signed my deal/
Road kill in the middle of the street/ I'm driving round town in a truck full of meat and it stinks/ what a hot day to go out play with you/ I'll be the young dude you can be the noose, I know you always wanted to
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Only A Fad
02:48
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Tell me everything that I wanna hear
Crack open a cold ass beer
I step to you with a gravy train
Your mouth is bigger than your whole brain
Keep telling myself that I'm alright
Another mother fucking lie
She don't love me
She don't want me
She won't touch me
I'm so ugly
She won't hold me
She just scold me
I'm sick of this shit
It's so bologna
She's totally gorgeous
I'm going insane
She's totally morbid
I forget my name
Darling, won't you forgive me
Living to die, why do I see?
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me cry
When I'm king you're all gonna fry
Shot in the leg
My leg is a bone
I'm just a housewife
She's not a home
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Don't let me in your little club
I know I'm ugly I don't give a fuck
Nothing left to do but kill myself
Drink a six pack in the alley of hell
I'm shooting up behind Walmart
I think I got the fleas
All day I dream about loving you
Do yah even think of me?
I got a burnt turkey sandwich
I got my mind made up
Enough of these Advil's
And I'll never wake up
You'll be my last headache
You'll be my last heartbreak
You'll be my worst mistake
You'll be much too late
The city's gonna eat you
New friends don't wanna meet you
The plastic people are see through
Anti social freak show
Get a job asshole
Your dreams aren't gonna come true
Let go before you're consumed
No coming back from a true love
Breakfast & a burnt copy of Donuts
Fuck my life, touch myself
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Blood Will Flow
02:58
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In The Someday
03:23
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That's shame on me
Use your brain and you will see
She's way out of your league
Robot man blowing all the leaves
I saw her before you
Fists stuck to my hips with glue
Superstar, clear yet so far
I'm falling in the well
Ran dry and smelled
So sad
Please sign my cast
In the someday when we're cats
Maybe we could make some sense of it and laugh
True words have been spoken but I'm broken with no chance
Her eyes are waterfalls I'm chasing
Possibly too impatient
Stomach pains spray painted faces
Grinning at me
Sinners are happy
Special people lick the sun
Reach up kick the gun
Sirens of tomorrow glow
A real horror show
Take me to another day
Where me and my mother played
I don't wanna have these attacks
Jump out the window never coming back
That's shame on you
A heart black and blue
I know the feelings are so true
Where does it go?
The water's disgusting but I gotta know
Do you like me at all?
I wrote you and you didn't call
I'm in a never ending spiral and it's all thanks to you my love
The goddess of my dreams
Angel yet a human being
With hair and skin of gold
To touch her would be paradise I know
The heavens made you for this earth to admire
So come on baby light my fire
We'll sink into ourselves
Take me out of this livid hell where the cat piss does dwell
Choke it out of me
Every doubt in me
I'm absorbed by you
In debt and totally consumed
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Change
03:36
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This world left my heart cold
That's when I found Darko
Picked up the mask, scratched off the barcode
Covered in dreams like Flint Marko
Lost in New Orleans with a scarecrow in my jeans
America, the pharaoh of the fiends
This river ain't what it seems
His liver is painted green
She got graffiti where she never been kissed
Peace treaty for the newly enriched
Crisp like that check in ya pocket
I ain't got a pot to piss in or a closet to clean out
Collecting change in this defeated mind state
Meet their quota just to up the crime rate
Land of the free, home of the brave
Stand on my feet, thrown in the maze
Gaze into the future with your thousand yard stare
Claimed to be super but we're hardly prepared
Scared to be afraid in this losing human race
Faith is all but gone
I'll write this song on your face and make you say it all day long
Came from the bottom now I'm underneath it
If I told you a secret, could you keep it?
Basic instructions, you should read it
This is all nonsense
I'm a false prophet
Poor and conscious
Yelling in our ears like we're deaf
There's nothing wrong with the capitalism
It's all in your steps
It may seem they're walking on water
While you're falling in shit
But we're all one climbing out this ditch
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(Pyramid)
Picturesque view from behind the wheel I'll send you a post card. I'm pushing vouges down the boulevard. Vogue on em. Pose for them camera pose ass niggas its the rose carrot gold from unknown. Pyramid alegience through the flesh and bone matter. After throne title niggas rarely challenge god. Holding false idols on a pedestal. My niggas is religion been the subject and the predicate invading your home and travel playlists. Fix a plate and do the dishes when the guests arrive at dinner time.
Suit and tie doing 95. I-69. The Flow divine. Lyrics innertwine with the rhythem feel the vibe or get found inside of ditches mentality. NRK that's everyday. Until the grave. Family. Crest on chest be magnet to the cash in the stash away. Next to the stash. Next to the blast away. River weather Grey outside my window pane. Rain fx. Visions of making it out these Pyrex projects.
We Smoking doja in the dojo. Never ducking po po. In the low low driving slow she slip off her manolos. Perfume coco. Match frames to shade acid eyes. Actually trippy. You drunk and acting like you juicy j. we Blowing skunk and purple haze. Don't think you won't catch the fade. Catch you out of line we gon let them tools. sarinade. Resonate. Vacate local tropical. Started from the bottom layer now we epidermal glow topical.
(Darko)
Find me on the Rodney Dangerfield show, ahead of my time, go with the flow, embedded in the mind, driving down route one, playing that jazz, call me Jim Cunningham cos I’m so rad, mack’ing the cuties with the automatic bazooty, so what sue me, clue me in, maybe you could ask Marvin, what’s really going on? starving for a Darko song, one more false move and they all gone
Never see me with a floozie at the mall, I’m watching foreign movies with the subtitles on, you ain’t in the game till you got a thousand tracks, rap snitches bragging 'bout selling crack, not the super, you live vicariously through your computer, you ain’t the future of shit, you’re just David Porter, How’s your sister? it’s been a few weeks since I pork’d her, I’ll take a spiked bat and bang them shits, straight torture
Jailor man and Sailor Sam searching everyone, but they won’t find me, I’m Mr. Jones, spun the naked gun, but I’m home alone, hold the phone, slap the ice cream cone out yah hand, should’ve known I’m the man, working on it like the worst band in the world, gets necklaces and pearls, I want my quarter, 2 dimes and a nickel back, do yah math or be wiggity whack, ever more sicker perhaps, a dull boy like Jack, in Payless Shaq’s
You can’t tell me nothing, I’m gonna do something
You can’t tell me nothing, I’m gonna be something
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11. |
Suicide Prevention
03:04
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Look at me
I ain't dead
Look at me
Did ya hear what I said?
Look at me
I'm alive
Look at me
I survived
Look at me
I hate myself
Look at me
I wanna die
Look at me
My album's don't sell
Look at me
It's not unusual to see me cry
Look at me
I'm broke as fuck
Look at me
Got no hope or luck
Look at me
I once slit my wrist
Look at me
They thought I was a bitch
Look at me
Too much of a pussy for suicide
Look at me
I could've proved em all wrong
Look at me
But I never died
Look at me
Cos I put it in a song
See you can be what you want
Though I know life's a cunt
Don't kill yourself to fall in love
Got heartburn? Then take a Tums
Get off them drugs girl, get off them drugs
Maybe you can treat reality as what it was
We can stop being washed away
We can rot in the endless decay
The choice is yours to make a mistake
They stole my pizza and basketball
It doesn't get easier after all
Shooting up behind Taco Bell
Where the whores and Sears poncho's sell
Make a friend in the aftermath
Shoot the shit and have a blast
Where'd the sun go off this time?
1-800-273-8255
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Song for Dr. Dre to Sell
03:33
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Crown of Thorns
03:02
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Restraint, I never learned it
My brain, I think I burnt it
Insane, plus I'm so nervous
I'm chained, to being worthless
It's raining churches chicken
My pain deserves it's sickness
I tried to play it straight
I cried now she hates my face
How could she be this cruel
Now I must play the fool
Find my fathers gun
The time has finally come
It's been my life's dream
Dead as the world is mean
Thorns poking my skull
I was born too fucking dull
I'm not champagne, I'm shit
There's no way out this ditch
Love's but a chemical
Says the philosopher and poet
No thought is identical
And everyone knows it
Hear I am wasting time
While your fucking with my mind
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Promise Land
02:12
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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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