Darkyumix: Creepy Poptart Commercial

[Verse 1] I appear in your sketchbook, Spinning through the crumpled pages. You think you're the creator, But I was drawn for something greater. I've skipped through space and time More than you've rewritten lines. I act like I'm searching for a cure, But I exist for what you’re looking for. [Chorus] I always leave a little something at the end like— (evil laugh) And I'm named after a curse, just like that. [Verse 2] Oh, look at this—a Frosted Sugar Cookie, Artificially flavored, But naturally, you’re craving something real. [Verse 3] Lightly toasted, Over-roasted, I don’t fear God, I just crave Pop-Tarts. [Verse 4] (transitional) It’s the triple drama Of a mid-morning crisis. Put the "P" in "Potential Opportunity." I’m like— "What’s the part?" I said— "Hey, hey, hey, what’s the part?" "What’s the part?" "Hey, hey, hey, what’s the part?" Let me know if there’s room on the couch for me, You always need a fourth for screenwriting, right? Hey, Mom, I made you sound like Shigeru Miyamoto. [Chorus] I always leave a little something at the end like— (evil laugh) And I'm named after a curse, just like that. Bathroom convos, confessional glow, They burn through the memories, I'll evict you from the Principal bedroom Where no one ever questioned our minds. Shoutout to humans and non-coms, Innies and Outies, Sirs and Mistresses, Mrs. and Misters, Clerks, Boolean tables, Callbacks and hashbrownies. [Outro] Hey, Let me know if there's still a seat for me. I hope you’re thinking of patching me in Post. Oh— Now everyone's trying to sound like Shigeru Miyamoto.