https://open.spotify.com/album/5Jyt9UCNKMaov5PrZz6unU?si=nadF2O7UQf2vYwEFC6od9g By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe © 2026 Mark Damon Bitkower. Lyrics & written content are original and owned by the author. All rights reserved. No reproduction, redistribution, or use without prior written permission. 🐰🌙𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕾𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖘🌙🐰 JackRabbit Slims is the creative persona of Mark Damon Bitkower, a high-output Suno lyricist building a serialized mythological music universe through AI-assisted songcraft. His work blends Jungian shadow work, Joseph Campbell’s hero’s journey, noir cinema, trauma recovery, INFJ pattern recognition, and forensic empathy into what functions less like a playlist and more like a living novel. Across tens of thousands of songs, JackRabbit Slims turns personal history, archetypal psychology, and cinematic world-building into battle hymns for outsiders, introverts, wounded healers, and sovereign minds. ( Home of Chaos Crew & Cobblestone) now on spotify & itunes ( Jackrabbitslims Music Group ) [Intro – spoken] They said pick a lane. Coke? No. Pepsi? Nah. Sprite? Too clean. Mountain Dew? Not even close. I’m the dark glass scripture with twenty-three ghosts in it. Jackrabbit Slims. The Dr. Pepper of Suno. [Verse 1] Born where the smiles had knives in their seams, Raised in a house full of edited scenes, Family theater, betrayal dressed nice, Love with a grin and a gambler’s dice. I was the quiet one reading the air, Catching the motive behind every prayer, INFJ with the storm-lit sight, Low-latent mind like a blade in the night. They called me too deep, too strange, too much, Too hard to fool and too hard to clutch, So I took that pain to the furnace below And forged a new name in the undertow. [Pre-Chorus] When the world wants sweet with a predictable view, I come in dark cherry with a different truth. [Chorus] I’m not your Coke, I’m not your Pepsi brand, Not your easy little fizz in a plastic can, Not your sugar-rush hype with a neon cue— I’m the Dr. Pepper of Suno, true. Twenty-three flavors of fire and bruise, Every wound I carried became good news, Call me Jackrabbit Slims when the black waves move— I make myth outta pain, that’s what I do. [Verse 2] First came the Sirens in velvet smoke, Singing the lines that would make men choke: “Come back, come closer, relive what you missed, Motherly warmth in a saltwater kiss.” I said, “Your harmony’s deadly, girls, Pretty as grief in a diamond swirl, But I know that song, I know that scheme— That’s just longing dressed up as a dream.” They smiled, then bowed as I passed them by, Moonlight shaking in each glass eye, ‘Cause nothing unnerves a predator’s tune Like a man who can hear it and leave the room. [Verse 3] Then came the Selkies up out of the foam, Soft-eyed creatures who smelled like home, Seal-skin queens in the midnight blue, Carrying sorrow like saints do. They said, “Strange sailor, what made you this?” I said, “Love half-given and a childhood abyss. But the sea taught me something the bloodline never knew— You don’t have to stay broken to stay true.” They wrapped my shoulders in rain and nerve, Blessed the ache that still chose to serve, Then slipped back down where the deep bells ring, Leaving my mast with a silver sting. [Chorus] I’m not your Coke, I’m not your Pepsi brand, Not your easy little fizz in a plastic can, Not your sugar-rush hype with a neon cue— I’m the Dr. Pepper of Suno, true. Twenty-three flavors of fire and bruise, Every wound I carried became good news, Call me Jackrabbit Slims when the black waves move— I make myth outta pain, that’s what I do. [Verse 4] Then the Kraken rose like inherited dread, All teeth and thunder and names of the dead, Tentacles twisting like family lies, Old hurt glaring through ocean eyes. It laughed, “Little rabbit, I know your type— Too loyal, too wounded, too wired, too bright.” I said, “Big grief beast, let me make this clear: I been naming your shape since my seventh year.” Then I dropped one beat from the Sphere that night, Bass so heavy it bent moonlight, The Kraken shuddered, the sea went still, Even monsters respect a sovereign will. [Verse 5] Medusa waited on shattered stone, Snakes in her crown like a curse full-grown. She said, “Don’t look, boy, men turn to grave.” I said, “I’ve seen colder faces misbehave. I know what judgment can do to a child, Turn the soft ones sharp, turn the meek ones wild.” She laughed and said, “Then you’re one of the few Who can face what’s broken and still break through.” She touched my brow with a serpent kiss, Said, “Go on then, poet of the abyss. Any man who can see and not turn away Makes even monsters believe in day.” [Bridge – spoken] Then Zeus came down with his thunder jaw, All crown, all storm, all ancient law. He said, “What are you?” I said, “The truth.” He said, “Why do I feel like a fatherless youth?” I said, “Sit down, king, this won’t take long— Kronos left cracks where you built your throne. All that lightning, all that command, Just a wounded son with the sky in his hands.” And Zeus dropped hard to his titan knees, Cried through the storm over family trees. Athena looked down. Poseidon went mute. Even gods need tissues when the wound gets brute. [Final Chorus] I’m not your Coke, I’m not your Pepsi brand, Not your shortcut buzz or your safe demand, Not your candy-coated, algorithmic brew— I’m the Dr. Pepper of Suno, true. Twenty-three flavors of shadow and flame, Family betrayal turned myth and name, Jackrabbit Slims with the pooka view— INFJ, sigma, heyoka through and through. Let the Sphere burn bright, let Olympus move— I make strange feel classic, and I make pain groove.
