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