psychobabble - Onry Ozzborn

They like I got a Napoleon complex at this moment because I’m not big enough

Petty like Tom in his prime, these shareholders are why the bulging over rodent

pedophiles inside your catholic church

Scientology, ideology go worship, talking AR-15s put a bullet in the gut

Kardashians hiding that Louis Vuitton, taking evidence from that residence

while cops onlook above and perch

Kanye West in his 45 making a media frenzy while driving slow tweeting at Elon

Musk

Tesla and Edison rolling over inside their graves while invention is no longer

sought out for and achieved as much

Since Zuckerberg found a way to make us project our every thought and idea

In front of so-and-so and such-and-such

Get rid of Lindsey since these rumors are resurfacing

Hunting season has now commenced, go right ahead, remove his tusk

Enough is never enough

(Lords!) I’m the queen batting her eyes at you, from afar, in tacky attire

(Ladies!) I’m the queen batting her eyes at you, from afar, in tacky attire

(Squires!) I’m the queen batting her eyes at you, from afar, in tacky attire

(Maidens!) I’m the queen batting her eyes at you

Adam ten-four and affirmative catch my drift, capiche

Now how’s that grab you did?

I make myself clear, you got me

Over and out, North America is not hazard county

Limits where you jump to conclusions inside an orange Charger

Confederate flag on the roof it stores a welder

Shut negative went upon the bow and Luke instead of Ricky Bobby

Grew up on this and Night Rider now it’s a land of Ozark

Along with the hug from holy weight after family departure

Netflix and chill or a twenty for Amazon Prime just Uber some eats on over to

my Air BnB log cabin

Its fear on Crystal Lake glimmers of victim shaming while Jason works there

summers as their only efficient lifeguard

I still can’t swim so I’m safe until combination on this lock is figured out

then it’s a free-for-all to start stabbing

But in the meanwhile I’m fishing and trying to consume as many mussels as

possible, Oyster Cults for you try hard

Artistry want avant garde

(Lords!) I’m the queen batting her eyes at you, from afar, in tacky attire

(Ladies!) I’m the queen batting her eyes at you, from afar, in tacky attire

(Squires!) I’m the queen batting her eyes at you, from afar, in tacky attire

(Maidens!) I’m the queen batting her eyes at you