I was livin' in the demon fuzz Didn't know it was the demon fuzz Oh lord I really got the bug About the demon fuzz And all my friends were watered down Didn't know they were watered down Turns out I was watered down myself In the demon fuzz I was livin' in the demon fuzz Didn't know it was the demon fuzz Oh lord I really got the drug About the demon fuzz An alligator with 2 heads Playing dentist in the shed Me and you newly wed Eating breakfast in bed From shady farms to snake mountain All of you keep on doubting But I don't know or see why I wanna stab my past and watch it die 3 legged dog Teach me how to jog When the chuckleheads stop talking And space ducks keep walking I'll be killing monsters again I've found myself a best friend A plunger with starry eyes The undertaker finds it hard to cry She's so famous and I'm so blind Bodega cat won't leave my side No mail today grandma death Superstitious tongues stay unfed Jesus fucking Christmas go get a job I haven't made my mind up about a god When I die, don't tell my mom I don't want her sad when I'm gone The chuckleheads will stop talking Space ducks will keep on walking I'll be killing monsters again I've found myself a very best friend It sounds good It sounds great I use this soundscape to escape I thought I found man, I found ape I found a gun in my hand aimed at God Saying give me what you got It's not a lot It wasn't much It wasn't enough

Then I see you and I'm reminded why I'm all wrapped up with a bullet in my eye And I can't sleep cos I don't wanna die The things we do to be happy I seem to never say the right things But I know you better let the right one in Cos the birds will fall and no one will sing The things I do to feel sappy Well me and my girl we get along so great Down in the water you can't taste the flames But everyone knows you by your last name So you sink in the pleather I got a spork and a list of friends To eat my skin and never say when The dolls in the corner the lights gonna bend And you'll still be together I don't think I know me at all Poetry in the bathroom stall Posers and suckers are down by law The whole scenes in the toilet Movies of groupies and their famous song When and how'd you grow your hair so long It's crawling on the floor hitting the bong The sea shore is boiling Prom night dress and all the mistakes Too afraid to call your period's way late Abortion clinic and the long wait You only were dreaming Days of comfort don't come too much Take your meds and hide from your crush Lonely existence keep this on the hush The hallways are leaning Falling down the hole that's the abyss Hear it call your name that's nothingness Void of Bologna they want you to kiss It's all so upsetting Death doesn't care if your skinny or fat That damn computer's an ancient artifact You broke and stuck well that is that Life isn't ending

Fuck Hip Hop DX, I'm too advanced for y'all Let me pull down my pants so you can suck my balls Marcel Go back to working at united parcels You don't even create The ginger bread man, coming for all half bakes I cracked the safe, gate keeper punks I ain't here to make believers out of chumps I'm running over skunks I'll put chunks of your dead parents in your chili I better never catch you in Philly Trent Clark? Motherfucker I'm Clark Kent Don't let me find you in the parking lot dead bent I live with my parents so I don't have to pay rent I play the game smart You're lame Clark I hope you become a base head and suck dick for your next hit All your co-hosts are pricks I know you seen my message Must be too busy watching young and the restless Listening to Tech N9ne cos you're so edgy Trying to look sexy for every puff daddy you see You could never be me You look at expression as an industry If you were starving I wouldn't let you lick my spoon I wouldn't even let you clean my room Fuck you Darko bout to blow up and get a mill a check And make sure in hell, the devil dances with your silhouette I got my name from Richard Kelly not the pistons Say it to my face when I'm on tour in Detroit, Michigan You pansy bitch, I don't make art as a business Where's your 50 albums you bogus critic? Don't make me hunt you down, like the chronicles of Riddick I ate my spinach and my wheaties You can't defeat me I'm too strange, like E.T. Hip Hop DX? More like wanna be B.E.T. I listen to WMGK 102.9 You listen to MGK and that dude can't rhyme How many think pieces have you wrote on J. Cole's career? Close my freezer full of heads motherfucker it's cold in here You're a doofus internet blogger who thinks I'm too weird I'm gonna find you in LA, and murder your whole staff You trying to be like Rev Run, taking bubble baths Well I'm a take my spiked bat to your black berry Then it's lights out for you Mr. rap fairy You think that's scary? Wait till I get my hands around your neck I'm Darko the super, motherfuck Hip Hop DX You can't defeat me I'm Darko baby The finest of MC's You think that's crazy I got you tied up in the basement Electric shocked with a pole Bang your head on the pavement It's not about how many records sold You ain't got no soul And marcel said Nothing you idiots, marcel's Dead, he's locked in my basement

Posers have bad B.O. Posers act like a big deal when they're opening shows Posers crave attention all the time What happened in your childhood that made you wanna rhyme It's a crime I could smell you from a mile away And I already can't wait for you to go away Somebody kill me please I should've never got started in this Philly scene You make me want to give up on my teenage dream Stay home and smoke your weed Cos I'd rather never see you at the venue looking sloppy Buy my tape online, maybe then I'll send you a copy I don't wanna trade merch I wanna burn down your church My straw reaches across the room and drinks your milkshakes Why don't you get a job at McDonald's and hand out your mixtape Bob had bitch tits Darko had a gun Shot it at the crowd And watched the motherfuckers run Shows over! Go home poser Shows over! Go fuck yourself I can't believe you got the gall to call that art I'll reach into your soulless chest and tear out your uninspired heart While it's beating in my hand, I'll take a bite Like a rotten apple grown from spite How many chains do you need? This is your brain on speed I don't keep my brain on a leash The super MC will crush you into salt Throw you over my shoulder and take a walk You out to lunch The same intuition that told him spike the punch I wanna zip you up You are the anti pick me up Plastic people I find your existence evil Shows over! Go home poser Shows over! Go fuck yourself I am fueled by hate Let's duel for your fate

Lo-fi princess won't you tie my shoes Ribbons in your hair, my favorite color blue I had my eye on you since jump street I saw you at the deli buying lunch meat You make the color leave my face You make all the colors in my outer space I wanna meet your brother, shake his hand Ask your dad about wedding bands Take me to the moon on your flying saucer Have Tony Danza sign your full house poster Come on over to the dollar bin section I'll be sticking out in every direction Take me to your high school dance I'll be by the water fountain in fancy pants We'll ride home on sea biscuit Buy you nick nack's and trinkets Stay awake listening to your snoring I'll make pancakes in the morning

Known to clog the toilet at family gatherings To them my sense of humor is maddening And honestly I find that quite flattering Saturn rings and other things Mother fucker I'm the Burger King Sync listening companies say I'm too experimental Pathetic amateur poetry makes my anger temperamental Sentimental for hockey rinks I give a fuck what a disk jockey thinks Roller derby chicks with knee socks Unzip me more than ZZ Top We can sit upon tree tops and wonder about the earth Shout, let it out, or develop an ulcer, now your stomach hurts Nurse me back to health like a baby bird It's make me feel like a ray of sunshine that's why I play with words The dark little poet back with yet another verse If I'm staying over better hope your plunger works I'm a jerk, I'm a real live American Pick up trucks, apple pie, and systematic racism If peeing your pants is cool, consider me Miles Davis Somewhere between dropping out of school and building spaceships Make shift MacGyver, they'll put anything on TV I got more rhymes than midgets on TLC

Your sky all hung with Jewels Dimensions through the stars To a magic world Sleeping in a jar Under blue moon We'll talk about the weather Head over heels is how we got here together Take my hand Love me lady I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby I was nothing Now I'm champagne Cos God gave me someone to kiss in the rain With my favorite poet reincarnated A meteor shower, we finally made it I saw it in a movie The shadows fell Our silhouettes rose straight from hell Your kiss woke me from my slumber Don’t know what type of spell I was under We’ll make one Casting ourselves onto the sun You won’t melt and I won’t burn From a cloud, we’ll watch the world turn A ghost from the urn You’re my corpse bride I’m your groom From the womb to the tomb I’ll be falling into you Can’t wait till I land You’re my dream, I’m your peter pan

The keyboard has been drinking, my DJ is asleep And the promoter went back to Philly, the turntable had to take a leak And the opener needs a haircut, and the sound man's watching a movie And my cellphone's out of service, and the owner wants to sue me And the SP has been drinking, the SP-404 has been drinking... And the bartender is wheezing, and the mixer is deaf in one ear And it can't hear out of the other And the punk band has a hearing aid, and they showed up with they're mothers And the keyboard has been drinking, the keyboard has been drinking As the bouncer is a barbaric hippie Santa seal clubbing bozo And the booking agent is a mental midget with the I.Q. of a fence post 'Cause the loop pedal has been drinking, the loop pedal has been drinking... And you can't find your waitress with the attitude of a pouncer And she hates you and your friends and you just can't get served without her And the door guy is drooling, and the bar stools are on fire And the flyer was lying, and the ash-trays have retired 'Cause my laptop has been drinking, my laptop has been drinking The microphone has been drinking, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me Where is my iPod? I left it on the train tracks Where is my iPod? I gotta get that thing back

How am I supposed to afford jewelry on a rappers budget? Darko the Super man you have to love it Wack MC’s can drink my pee From platinum to aluminum you sound like piss to me Who gave you more hits than me? Who grabs the mic and asks you if you like to smoke weed? Not I They keep trying to get me to eat spinach like Popeye I said “fuck that” give me some tenders from Popeyes Mac and cheese plus fries for the side And a peach Mellow Yellow Darko the Super is a real fly fellow I rap better than your grandma makes jello Awe hell no! DMC autographed my shell toes A&R’s get cigarillo’s and TV guides Indie rappers get tormented souls and stay unsigned Ooh baby don’t you see I’m broke as fuck and I don’t wanna be me Ooh baby don’t you see The world is round and they don’t believe me I'm still trying to get my script to Tim Burton I ain't got no job but I'm still working Maybe if Mark Mothersbaugh would listen to my album We could upgrade the Acura and stop free styling If only David Byrne would accept my calls I could move on and forget about it all No more flashbacks of eating my lunch in the stall Uncrustables, Hawaiian Punch and all In my hometown I ain’t got no draw Like MyGrane McNastee switch it up southpaw Back in high school used to wear south pole Promoter asking me shit that I don’t know Oh baby can’t you see I’m broke as fuck and I don’t wanna be me Oh baby can’t you see The world is round but they don’t believe me For halloween I went as a mad scientist Working at chic fi la with the waffle fries Darko the Super came through in the flyest whip It’s luxurious for 1999 Smother my baby in chocolate syrup And wait till the cows come home Eat my steak with A1 sauce Steve is dunk, someone take his phone That’s all we know, and that’s what it is With that much honey, you gonna need a bib Another buddy comedy about stupid cops Is the last thing we need, Hollywood please stop I don’t respect your authority This drum machine kills fascists and idiot police

I'm a miserable boy I'm a pitiful toy A cog in the machine of rage A god of my galaxy and space An angry misguided punk A suicide chump Birthdays are the worst days I sip bleach cos I'm not worthy Please destroy me Fill the void inside my grief I'm eating my own brain in front of aliens I'm showing card tricks to dogs I wanna blow my skull out of my head I pray to a goddess to wake me up dead Dread fills my eyes with golden tears What the fuck am I doing here? Surgically remove my voice box I'll be your tortured artist starving in the farm house Who am I? I ask through broken years My spinal cord has been soaked in fear I say I cos I'm not afraid of my ego and name You may be nice but you're clinically insane Wash my blood down the drain As it goes by, wave to the train There it goes on the outside looking in The devil is a liar and a booking agent filled with sin Take me to the river and drown my children Nights like this the moon makes a killing The lights too bright in this coffin Cut too deep to do it often Sing me a song like a bird in a cage Bitter vengeance how sweet the taste You chuckle like a demon staring me in the face Spit in my food, give me more than I can take

I hope my mom doesn't turn me into Daniel Johnston I used to know a girl who came from Wisconsin She was my Laurie Allen I wrote her a couple albums Now I don't wanna be An acid casualty As seen on MTV With a bullet in my dreams Now I don't wanna be Watered down demon fuzz There's gonna be a great big buzz Subway all covered in blood When your Pink Floyd goes too numb I'll be here with my opposable thumbs Devil town filled with righteous scum Don't tell my dad where I'll be Scared to live, then there's no need Sold my soul for a documentary What happened to Suzy cream cheese Digitally remastered memories Ripped out my teeth so they won't track me Men wear all kind of suits But I don't have any costume Am I good enough for God? Am I a healthy slob? Am I good enough for God? Now I don't wanna be An acid casualty As seen on MTV With a scarecrow in my jeans

New school Dr. Demento Darko have Donald Trump painting a fence post Deathstroke I’m a space cadet like Dr. Conspiracy My man DT, he put the fear in me To write the realness Rest in peace to Bill Hicks My spiritual advisor I’ll never do another show at the Fire Cos, fuck that They can kiss my nut sack And be gentle This instrumental had me tripping for days I find inspiration in infinite ways In ATL at Wyatt’s barbecue I’ve seen The difference machine straight up slaughter crews At the 529 I got that cool shoe shine I never understood a word the Gorillaz sang But I always loved it cos that shit still bang Sitting on the handle bars Skipping rocks across the stars It’s all down the drain from here Skating on the lake And falling in the ice I saw your mom wipe away her tears Oh, Johnny why’d you do it? Johnny, why were you so stupid? Sirens on Christmas eve Johnny why’d you have to leave? Sledding down snake mountain Wedding’s and the chocolate fountains You sure missed a lot I’m touring now, I moved off the block Greenlee drive The seaweed in the sky Floor of the ocean They found you drowned and frozen I’m sorry for your family I got a peppermint stick and some candy My best friend’s now a heroin attic I’m blaring the static The boogeyman got a hold on me I’m loaded up on caffeine Driving through Virginia Don’s asleep and I’m listening to the day tripper I wanna be so rich that I could buy the world another god The world famous in Athens thinks we’re too odd But I don’t care, they ain’t listening Remember the name like a christening

Rockstars die everyday But the YJY are here to stay In my heart forevermore Your summer lifeguard was a little whore So pack your sorry's in a sack Cos your favorite band just got the axe American gladiators and cry babies Call the army better yet the navy Save me from the same noise Have a laugh with Steve and the boys Through being hip and through being cool They're teaching devolution in our schools The YJY will endure forever Ricky put your mind through the shredder Melting your face into sticky ooze Timmy played that bass like hot goo Let it drip from the ceiling like honey Dave banged those drums like it owed him money Buddy Holly's dead, did you get the news? Breaking up is easy, growing up is hard to do Couch surfing for eternity