Neonerd - Onry Ozzborn

Not many left I see, so soon they’ll come looking for me

A far cry on the voyage upon horseback to get to me

Like can we train the others remind them why I returned to revenge

Are so important for balance to become stern

So what you’re saying is what I restored before

Has became mundane and took over by the forces of Ford

Poured on the floor like liquor 'fore I aboard it

Sorted then manufactured, distributed with a portrait

How I’m fortunate, yeah insubordinate, I’m on my way

With a crossbow talk show haunt yo headed for the armor gave

Two freed slaves, two hit a dragon contracted

Go in a bit south to get mine accomplished (ah shit!)

Mosh pit options, rupture red gloy, killjoy Malfoy, not a novice

Nor in Auschwitz, polished and dipped in cloak like wardrobe often

Lester and Mary Poppins escape their lavish coffins

And proceed to all of you joyful that you’ve summoned us

Cocoon is opened up but out came Kim and Michael, yup!

Reverse the curse woke and forced to think

Only absurd to try to think of everything from the outside

And a reoccurring service of reinvention begins when

A character reaches potential at the story worst in

You’ve heard it all before but never experienced anything

Except criticism took over and turned a prince to a king

And made royals and peasants built on a soil we call sacred

Ashamed to be naked but not ashamed to be naked and favorite

I bought a hat from Hackensack’s finest haberdashery

And I’m the very model of a modern-day catastrophe

Back track, backpack a blast from the blasphemy

Iron-on nicknames going down long sleeves

then you take a ski

Wipe a jheri curl stain off the window with some loose leaf

Bubble letter sign saying «if you elect me

I’ll take you for a ride on my cactus road’s huffy»

Fatlace tube grades, California raisins tee

Kimmy Gibbler double-dribbler, what’s the life expectancy

Of the one whom someone says to «hey, will you go out with me?»

That you like but they say «psyche» before you even speak

I was all alone on my sparkly moth banana seat

While he was getting blown behind the bowling alley

Sometimes everything I think I see stings like a bee

But I float like a butterfly, I float like a butterfly

Reverse the curse woke and forced to think

Only absurd to try to think of everything from the outside

And a reoccurring service of reinvention begins when

A character reaches potential at the story worst in

You’ve heard it all before but never experienced anything

Except criticism took over and turned a prince to a king

And made royals and peasants built on a soil we call sacred

Ashamed to be naked but not ashamed to be naked and favorite