Nineteen - Onry Ozzborn

Cut the fader nineteen

Decibels above what you normally would

All I ask is that you enjoy yourself at this moment

I brought some friends along with me to speak to this component in hopes to

avoid that what you thought was shut above this moment

My ashes have already been gathered and spread throughout

Each and every individual’s mouth

Not even south of the soil and yet my blood has been boiled and freed of germs

Purified, degentrified with terms

To accommodate worms as long as they come with holes

We need to know the other side and hope them doors will unfold

I think we know the other side and all them doors just uphold

Built with iron and heavy gossip to fit to a mold

To shape to the ways for the moment like Han Solo or that Polo logo bro-bro

Fight for the right to party whether Beastie or a Go-Go

Against the grain I’m low over coyote hyena noble misfit strain and been to

global harmonious like the dodo

In it Michael recycled the cycle

Let off the calibers bangin' you deaf in the right lobe

And out the others suffer punctures synonymous

With that of a dagger, sword, or a double headed axe that’s how awful it is

East coast booger brains

Climbs through styles like fires through sugarcane

Whine like it’s noogie day

Write a hit single Kris Kringle out the cookie plate

Halfway to hell before relinquishin' a super 8, I’m stupid

Communicating mostly ancient argot

It translates into ways to help a stray escape its orbit

The cuddy bunched and honey-do alone at the lab

Mixing the secrets to his grandmother’s polonium mash

I’m underpaid, I’m overcast, I’m rusty nails, I’m broken glass, I’m 3D letters

for the dead up on the highway overpass

One to one, not a son of a gun

No flesh of his flesh

No blood of his blood

Keep it cud slow homie rubber duck in the flood

Birdman turn puppets into buckets of chum

Turn a summer of love into guppies under my thumb

Keep it gaudy, people call me, what the fuck have you done