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