The flow’s so cold boy, chilling watching Old Boy, they be singing Oh Joy, Puffy in a Rolls Royce, yelling bout pro-choice, now throw up your glow toys, fresh as some Altoids, we gone make it out boy, kill it like the sound boy, Punk ain’t just some loud noise, is that your final answer? Hold me closer Tiny Dancer, my name’s Evan, I’m a Cancer, took some rhyme enhancers before I wrote this shit, I give a fuck what you think unless it’s…about the super, wild with the super, smile with the super, his style is so super, O’doyle called him a loser, but no he is the super, yes he is the super…smack the oatmeal out yah mouth, the super’s in the funking house, turn wine back to water in a drought, slaughtering their doubt, in the place to go, it’s Darko, bumping Maseo, it’s Darko, throwing H2O at Marko, you ain’t funking with the flavor, Operation: Life Savor, I don’t know none of my neighbors, I’m unemployed with no paper, like Rich Boy and all of his haters, nobody gives an arm, better yet a leg, I just wanted some veal parm, or maybe a chicken breast, fed up living stressed, can’t even get a job at UPS, I still don’t give a fuck what you think unless…it’s about the super, kill me I’m a loser, I have no friends I am the super, poor ol’ Evan Souza, no one gets his sense of humor, why? cos he’s the super!