Not Really - Onry Ozzborn

Bobby got the whole house draped

In Pagliacci tone clown paint

His foxy mamas hold out grapes

And lollipop his whole pound cake

Sucka' shit, dug your ditch

Old to know, dust to win

Hoverin', above the rim

With water-boarding wonder twins

Run with kids that stay on guard

And raise the bars like jungle gyms

And governments that break our hearts

And play the parts of Cousin Itt

Witness the dawn of the stay-awakes

A fifth in a fog is his patron saint

And who assume a blews' a dues

And too much proof to make it rain

And chew some shrooms and flew the coup

With moose balloon on Macy’s day

Eighty-eight pop-lock going home his door-a-jar

Ripple may with triple-A and cobra bones

I’m going in with nothing left but bubble vest and poamy pro

Wingsy eye for Jager bombs and made your time to holy ghost

DOA eat, sleep, void sale

Eyeing whores that kinda' sorta' drives you to enjoy jail

Season of the witches with them diatribe deployed nails

And all them bitches problems, I got ninety-nine voicemails

Ride behind me, stayin' on your, take you to a vacant lot

I put you to the margin, till your own department take a rise

And once you see the Venus in Adidas you can stay or not

And I’ll be in the clunker like my other car’s a mega yacht

Salem all over again

It freaks them out when they can understand so thus interrupt

It’s how they go about it plotin' (plotin')

Schemin' and waddlin' while trying to bottle lightning

Coping mechanism more frighten

We on the other hand, sharp like Freddy’s right (right)

Hoarse, in carriage terror we tangle throughout the night (night)

Ornament, case the cottage

Windows stained with gothic imagery reenactments of Bobby and I throwing

objects at the goblins

Shout out to Devil when you kneel

I am convinced that genuflects had better work to skrim ‘em out

To shove within that trough eatin' riddles of those retreatin' (run)

Off to the boonies since they can’t feel their faces on weekends

And Friday nights have already arrived in the glass slipper (yeah)

Vinter quiver which warms her up shiver so we deliver her volatile model babble

(true)

Voice our opinion to aristocrats of annual sacrifices we handle

While holding the lantern flutters it’s candle flame dances is epitome while

dismantling becomes gradual (yeah)

Another one’s well lit as it (as if)

Rolling my eyes like five little filial approves I’m hit (it does)

While in this case, it does

Nickle insides father the author of somber doves

Artificial intelligence versus third kind encounter while humans become

inferior victims of the witching hour