[Verse 1: Darwin Deez]

She's halfway in graph, with the face of Angela Chase

I call her red, she said it's called Crimson Glow though, safe

Hope we get a chance to share some really real moments

So many times, girls and I just end up opponents

But I want to be on the same side of the bed she lays her head on

I want to stay the same guy, and be with her until she's dead and gone

See, these raps just come out of me, like the way emotions do

My flows go on and on forever, like the way some oceans do

So I flow for you, tight, like airport security

On some, take your shoes off before you rap, and don't hurry me

Don't worry, be happy, easier said than done

Avatar Meher Baba Ki Jai, you and I are not we, but one

That ass was fat lied, on some existential abyss shit

Had it, lost it, miss it, make me want to slit my wrists, shit

Why are we so drawn to the smell of sex and candy

Ryan and Marissa, Summer and Seth, Kirsten, Cohen, and Sandy

[Verse 2: Donovan Deez]

I'm bi-polar, my starry nights quickly turn solar

I hope this change in light won't ruin my chance to get to know her

She wants me to be the man, but I'm still quite pre-pubescent

Half the time I'm with her, I'm distracted, my mind's not present

She told me once that I was sensitive and understanding

That I'm the guy she wants; simple, smart, not too demanding

But by myself, I'm sick and twisted, my head's in the gutter

If I don't love myself, how can I learn to love another

She's a cute girl, I'm so obtuse that she completes me

Like a lamb to the slaughter, she's meek and so unlikely to flee

Her scent is sweet, her hands are warm, I'm waking from my coma

But now I have cavities in my nose, I need a new aroma

With a laugh like that, she could even make Bill Murray cheerful

Now she's ready for things to move forward, I'm so fearful

Tonight I'll tell her all these thoughts that I've been thinking

But I'm not sure it'll help, since this love boat's already sinking

[Verse 3: Darwin Deez]

I like to go to Federation Space on the weekends

Deanna Troi fees me bok choy from the Replicator

Which I savor, up until the hip-hop beat ends

We talk about my feelings

And she takes me to the Holodecks and she can

Sense whenever I think about some "holo-sex"

Holographic, pornographic sex thoughts weaken the mind

Ship's counselor

Shit, I want to bounce with her

Order Synthehol on Ten-Forward, I should pounce on her

That's what Guinan told me I should do, and she's a wise man

But, she's half Betazoid, you can't be surprised, man

Trying to get at the heart of the matter, though

I'm trying to get at the heart of this girl I'm after, so

Start to chat her up

I try to resist but can't help but look at her butt

I hope she act a slut in the bedroom

Enough headroom on the cut, that's cause I recorded it well

I came hard cause the whore did it well, I mean the lady

[Verse 4: Darwin Deez]

Third verse, I do the worst, than the other two do

I watch my videos on TooDo

Unlike views expressed by other YouTube users

This shit is really, really, really, really profound

As in, it was professionally discovered

As in, an orphan, that finally found his mother

This is Baba Ram Dass murdering a Red Hat, running Windows

The shitty raps you wrote, you should bend those

Yo, Linus from Charlie Brown is actually the dude that wrote Linux

He wrote it in C+, Lucy's advice is inex-

'Pensive, but not worth shit

She takes Charlie's balls away

That was deep, in a stupid way

Way, way more irresponsible than Himanshu Suri

Plus shorty said I'm girly

She's probably just jealous of my Baha

But surely Tom-Kat'd be surly if I stole Suri Cruise, 'kay

Katie's firstborn Scientology dues, pay

Katie singing Scientology blues, gay

This aggression will not stand, like The Dude say

Shouts to DR, like from Haiti, on holiday

Love, like from Amy to The Zutons, Valerie

Radio-1 Live, Lounge Lizards, Larry John, Arto Lindsay

DNA, Darwin Deez, Bad Day, everyday

Ice Cube's AK stays, on safety on a good day

But yo, man, I got more bling than [?]'s ear, ring-a-ding

Get the door, the florist's here

1-800-FLOWERS from Kanye

Perfect, for when you're not humble enough to say, "I'm sorry"

Or, when your mom died