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Put Down The Candy & Let The Little Boy Go!

by Darko The Super

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1.
I wanna paint your eyelids And dodge the draft Ice skating rinks Funny cigarette drags Sprinkle angel dust On the day dream forest Joan of the arc First day of chorus Smallville chills And the brain hotel Smile like the moon Always made me melt Take off your hat Hold your rosaries Slow as a cannonball Storm debris Beat me with a bat If I make no sense Shopping malls And the punk rock tents Flea market deals My hair’s on fire I stole the wheels But I left the tires You’re a princess I’m a jester in the park Selling hot dogs Under the tarp The sky fell on us Like a microwave I got the suitcase blues Plus some orange aid Space monkey man With a face so strange-oh Rockets in flight Time to down the drano Hand in hand We’ll forget the time Picnic baskets Lemon lime Friday was the greatest I’m gonna make you a mixtape Name a star after you know who Playing down in the basement We’re gonna win this rat race In the locker, I’m waiting for you
2.
Fuck that spaced out shit I made this with my bare hands, stones and sticks You're a brand name clone In any weather You support fascist cos you don't know any better You're on varsity And can keep a harmony Thuggish ruggish I'm moving sluggish I'm ditching class The security guard can't keep up, I run too fast I ain't coming back I'm outta this galaxy Waking up from this fallacy I got a name and a number Spent my life down the drain like a plumber I just wanted a date with the dancing queen Now through implants they're tracking me Grab the broom thought I was Michael I hope you shoot your eye out with the Bible I don't have fancy jackets I can't play the guitar I don't wear bow ties But I know who you are Does that matter at all Fuck the humanoids I'll eat what I want cos I'm a growing boy And I'm unemployed It's hard to enjoy anything When you're so in love but can't afford a wedding ring It's setting in The self doubt The tears that make me wanna shout to let it all out Bite your nails Eat shit They call it greediness The hole in my head is bigger than the cut on your wrist How many capitalists must get pissed? Me say many We could lose a few cos we got plenty You don't own me I play Roy Orbison when I'm lonely I'm top 5 dead inside They say it's where you're at, well I'm in my mind Grabbed the broom thought I was Michael I hope you shoot your eye out with that rifle
3.
Hey Mr. Famous boy, look at you now Your scooters on fire, tipping cash cows They got printing factories and restraining orders You got booking agents and fancy lawyers Your squeezing out that last drop of shampoo Sticky notes on your lunch, you look like Shamoo I’m standing right here with the beer in my hand And I don’t understand, no I don’t understand Where were you when the Beatles died? Driving in your Lacville ’79 Flipping burgers and greasy fries Fix the cassette deck in your ride Swanky blazers and superman ties I got all wrapped up in a big fat lie I hope it makes you cry, I hope it makes you cry Whatever we weren’t meant to do Flap your wings, invent the groove Stay up late, and chew your food It’s all gonna sink to the bottom of the sea I have you and you got me Take me down now I’ve been on this wall for much too long Save me a spot Front row of the funeral, watch me rot Take me downtown I’ve been stuck on this god damn song Save me sexy robot Front row of punk show, flinging snot I'm Already dead Falling flat on my head Got dread flowing out my eyes A pocket full a dust and cyanide Suicide oozing from my ears I got Mountain Dew for tears Rub my heart in gravel Sludge soda and a rattle Baby snakes on the barb wire I'm a rubber tire I'm the fire on your windshield Mixed feelings about the real deal Sealed and signed Delivered to your mind Caught in the vortex Bullet hole in my cerebral cortex Jam me in the microwave A brain is a terrible thing to taste I'm dripping sweat from my teeth I got Fool's gold on a leash Creep show spazzoid All work and no noise Cop killer sex toy Blood lust joy Fun crusher technology Space face odyssey Don't test the hype machine Fuck the red white blue and green A dream destroyed Voyage to the void Crude drawings of my past self Carved in my tombstone roller coaster to hell Ride the wave
4.
This milkshake tastes like Rick Rubin’s sandals I ain’t got no trophies on the mantel Pop tarts and catfish Do that shit do it do that shit Before the show I had to puke Churches chicken in the bathroom I had a beer and some tasty cakes Someone’s in the stall so I had to wait I threw up at the party Told the hostess I was sorry It was a Tuesday afternoon Ice cream on a night in June I passed my driving test Down at the mall bout to spend my check In FYE and I’m nauseous again It’s new years eve with my best friend I’m always nervous around pretty girls Under their thumb yeah they spin my world Around the corner and I’m bout to hurl I should’ve never went on the tilt a whirl I knew you from way back It must’ve been geometry class They hate me, they point and laugh A few years later and they’re smoking crack Hooked on the glass Gag reflex while I remix the rap I got 2 cell phones 15 ringtones 50 inch tv in my mobile home Trailer Park Boy you can’t tell me nothing Find em at the Wawa selling something They got the stick up kids Twisting wigs Knocking up they bitch And doing bids It’s all burning down to the cement They’re after me I guess I must repent I’m in the backyard bonfire big league chew Everyone grossed out cos Steve just puked Who told you to bring your cousin I got that son of a 9 and I ain’t bluffing
5.
You’re beautiful Susie Salmon, like the fish I wanna eat you like a Twix I got you a bouquet I met you on Tuesday I never felt this way You could melt sun rays You taste like Sweedish candy Your voice is Jesus and Brandy Take my hand I’m all yours Up and away, we’ll soar Call ya everyday I’m on tour You’re the cereal I wanna pour I want more, so much more Tissues and issues, of the past all disappear I miss you, if I’m with you, and you’re not here Your kiss is on my list every year, my dear Break on through to the other side Spinning that chronic, singing let me ride From IHOP to the bridal shop I’ll stir fry you in my wok You so fine, I wanna plant you and grow a whole field of y’all I’ll even let you win, playing basketball You’re so near to my heart I don’t even know to where to start I’ll be the big spoon, the big dipper You’re a shooting star, a good kisser I’ll propose to you in an air balloon We’ll get lost in space, skipping rocks on the moon Take you to disney world You got me on sky mountain, you’re my favorite girl We could be Mickey and Mini Or Mickey and Mallory I’ll give ya the skinny I ain’t got much of a salary But I’ll use my imagination I’m no superman, or captain amazing But for you, I’d do anything
6.
Spray paint Dripping off the greyhound Pimping you can hate me now I’m limping off the court man Jerry and the door man You a sore loser I’m in the PT Cruiser See me, I’m The Super Baby I’m so broken Took the shot, wide open Feel like Gomer Pyle Homer with the style This is my rifle I think that I’m unique Batman in the streets But in the sheets I’m a psycho Rappening That be what’s happening Packing a mack in the back of the Ac again In school you was laughening Looking like Zap Brannigan I’m not a fan of him Go tell your mans and them Eminem and the manikin It’s 3 in the morning and I’m jacking off again Darko Switching tags and barcodes They used to call me lardo Shot em like Fargo You laying in the snow now On that horse like whoa now Your nose look like a snow plow Ludacris’s Roll Out If you can’t afford it Go to bit torrent And when I’m touring Can’t miss it like Air Jordan Importing and Exporting The Art, like Vandelay And all the ladies say I remember way back when Listening to Mack 10 I wanted to ball in Benz Now I’m poor with no friends Just trying to make ends
7.
You smacking everybody? I don't believe that You can't create so you sell feedback Out for the meanest green stacks I don't dance or even lean back There's bigger fish I got props from The Spits So, let me play your party They say I'm avant-garde and artsy But I'll sock you in the face if you cut my set short Knock the Diet Pepsi out your gorilla hands, you dork All your friends are plastic like spork's Rappers need chapstick and chewing gum Oxygen for their black lungs Put the blunt down I I got more flows than bazooka Joe, you got one sound Go back to free styling at lunch tables I'm out to dinner with your Aunt Mable Been writing rhymes since you was pirating cable You got served by MC able I don't give a rats tail about your record label Your favorite song smells like cough syrup I bet back then you had lots of school spirit Looking like a super villain named tear jerker Stealing footballs from kids like a big beer belly burp'er Go back to your fry grease from king burger You're the type to get murdered and not come back to haunt people The lesser of two evils is still evil I'll battle anybody in the parking lot for a 100 bucks And straight up tell your brother that his brother sucks You can't rap You're stuck to the ceiling like cartoon flapjacks Honey's call my nuts, santa's sack You drink orange Fanta cos you wack The bartender at your venue looks like Ms. Doubt-fire I hope they purposely spell your name wrong on the flyer You wear sweaters with outer space cats and think you're edgy Only demons need balloons and confetti to feel ready He ain't heavy, he's the super I'll crash your party when I crash your computer Internet loser You don't exist in the future I'm erasing all your self help audio files So you stay in denial Get the fuck outta my face No one wants to see your ankles, you punk ass flake Go back to the drawing board, your EZ bake Your drum breaks need less pigtails and roller skates
8.
Sweet baby buddha in a Cadillac Take me to the river Mr. Daddy Fat Sacks Choke on slime while my mind’s erased Hate the city but I love the taste Blood sweat and tears in my pulled pork My newspaper’s blank, so’s The Source Magazine widow with her hair in a bun Get old fast as you sag in the sun Black smoke covered the denim jungle Dropped my pager in a gasoline puddle I ain’t got no inclination To give away this sweet sensation I ain’t got no rhyme or reason To fast forward through the seasons Channel changers and spearmint gum Fruit rollups tattoo my tongue Hey joe, where you going with that gun They say death must be easy cos life ain’t fun Drank your sorrows from an engraved flask It read her name plus the date she passed We’ll go on down to the wine and spirits And when you’re broke, I don’t wanna hear it It’s all part of the game you cheat Dropped my beeper in a puddle of grease I ain’t got no inclination To give away this sweet sensation I ain’t got no rhyme or reason To fast forward through the seasons Cos rainbows don’t chase after me No, rainbows don’t chase after me Cos rainbows don’t chase after me No, rainbows don’t chase after you
9.
A lot of people wanna eat my heart and gain my powers But I'll be wearing a mask of dreams during the meteor showers Drinking hours out the glass Living off borrowed time the clock ticks fast I'm dynamite and a lit match like Stina Nordenstam Just a boring man Succubus and a beer can I'll name a star after you though I don't own the sky Astrology's a lie I'm in a cage on Tralfamadore from slaughterhouse 5 Counting the rings on Saturn Rinse and lather your brain Nothing matters, I'm a runaway train This is somber This is bogus poetry It's an honor To be your Christmas tree This is somber This is bogus poetry It's an honor To be thrown away on New Year's Eve Voices in my head, think in languages I don't understand All I know is grief and sticking it to the man I got beef cake panty hose patty's Stay away from those hungry freaks daddy Your baby girl is green and the world is very mean Ain't that just your average teen with triple beam dreams I'm draped in blue velvet like the night It tastes terribly mysterious, take a bite Have some faith with your briefcase blues You got a face made for Q102 This is somber This is bogus poetry It's an honor To be your Christmas tree This is somber This is bogus poetry It's an honor To be thrown away on New Year's Eve I wonder why They hate to die On the movie screen, it makes me want to cry I envy the dead Alone in my head I dread To open the sky
10.
A leak into another dimension 2 eyes in animated suspension Behind the goggles A mind in full throttle Live in existence I created Adam didn't fuck Eve, he masturbated Time is a serpent eating itself What came first, fear or hell They don't matter The glass apple shattered I'll propose with the rings of Saturn Stuck in the pattern Type in the code every hour Till the sweet nothing's sour We be to infinity what key be to lock The abyss is back in stock Let's go home kill ourselves and our day jobs Life has given me just enough to hate God Philosopher robot I don't think with no box I wanna push the envelope instead of a mop I got a complex and I hate cops Spraying raid on the block And ain't got the courtesy to knock Help I'm a rock Stop the awe and shock Do the worm and whop as the street turns to trampolines I came to the city just to see the scene A third eye projecting my dreams Commanding the void And you can't stand the noise Obey the brands of toys They live what I employ Write a novel, write an album Who controls the drugs controls the asylum We're all living in the hell hole Escape through inventions of the soul It's like a lighthouse Gotta get it right now I see the blankness of your face Science fiction isn't limited to space Senses aren't limited to taste Feel that like diving off of free base Head first into the Milky Way It's 2050 I downloaded the doohickey Printed in 3D Broadcast holograms through TV's Cyborg Phil Collins doing the soundtrack to space odyssey Poser composer prodigy Synthesized Seagrams sipping soul sisters Better hope you're a good tipper 3 million galaxies just to lick her I took a piss in the Big Dipper Heads in jars Like Futurama Hollywood stars Frozen Donald trump eats skunk in the back of his daddy's car Lucky punks get sucker punched out front of the baro Visit marsh mellow forest at no charge I'm so large and major Fake scars and 2 way pagers You sucking digital lollipopsicles I don't look at MC's as obstacles Creativity flows through me like electricity Never catch me slipping I'm slicker than Ricky D I rap platinum, you smoke foil while your shoes boil Fuck O'Doyle I rule this land I'm the super, you're a Pepsi can Went to Bermuda just to tan Slapping astronaut ice cream out toddlers hands I blew my brain right out my nose Covered in mucus the light it glows Roses are black my gun is chrome Plasma blast the door to your home

about

"I'd like to think of this album as more of a home-made mixtape you could burn to CD and give to Trick-or-Treaters. It's what I've been working on the past few months; music is a labor of love. I love releasing albums and sharing them with my friends and I intend to never stop. Put Down The Candy & Let The Little Boy Go! furthers that narrative. Maybe one day, I'll embrace my outer-adult to the fullest and find a real job. Til then, this is all I have," Evan Souza, better known as Darko The Super or Doc Heller, wrote within a message included along with his Trick-or-Treat-ready Haloween-themed mixtape. The Witzard previously premiered the mixtape's Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg-inspired title track, which Souza says was dually inspired by Slaves' recent Mike D (Beastie Boys)-produced album, Take Control. Darko The Super clever re-appropriated a line pulled from Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg's Eazy-E dissing "F*ck wit Dre Day (and Everybody's Celebratin')" and used it as "a metaphor for letting [his] childhood go and facing [his] fears of becoming an adult in the sense of what's acceptable by society's norms; trying to stop embracing [his] inner-child and focus on [his] outer-adult."

Put Down The Candy & Let The Little Boy Go! showcases 10 frantic genre-blending tracks—four of which ("Put Down The Candy..." "Milk of Magnesia," "Evan Threw Up," and "Spray Paint") were previously released over the course of the past month or so. Darko The Super drew inspiration and material for sampling from a wide array of sources including Horror film Kill List, Beck's "Corvette Bummer" & "Steve Threw Up," Drake's latest album Views, Devo's "Shrivel-Up," Small Professor, Facebook beat solicitation, Stoned Jesus, Portishead, Jimi Hendrix, Serengeti's Gasoline Rainbows, Deltron 3030, Michael Rapaport's 2006 film Special, and his girlfriend Alora. "Milk of Magnesia" is one of my personal favorite, almost Ol' Dirty B*stard-reminiscent, contained tracks, which Darko The Super fittingly described via email as: "For this track, I looped up the intro part of "Corvette Bummer" by Beck. I wrote the first two verses and the chorus after hearing the Beck song; the rest of it was cut-and-pasted from other unfinished songs I had written and never used. "Milk of Magnesia" was something I wrote in my notes to remember that I wanted to use it in a song somehow. I do that with a lot of phrases. It's also something old ladies who cheat at trivia drink." Put Down The Candy & Let The Little Boy Go! is currently available for just $6.66 (or more) at Darko The Super's own U DONT DESERVE THIS BEAUTIFUL ART label's Bandcamp page; make sure to grab a copy and "burn this to CD and hand it out to all the Trick-or-Treaters. I'm sure the little green ghouls will love you for it!"

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released October 31, 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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