Come On

[Intro]
I don't think y'all know what you're 'bout to get into

[Verse 1: Onry Ozzborn]
Yeah
Serotonin saliva
Cross bred with the wicked of men and God's lighter
Fly high or die, D-I-Wi-Fi rules the sky so I comply
Never quit dick, Clark Kent shit
Lois Lane that I paid your arrhythmic
Sloppy pigment ign'ant
It's just a mater of arithmetic

[Verse 2: JFK Ninjaface]
Witness the chemist the sick pit
I manage the pen and I'm quick wits
Like my dick is to your bitch lips
And you think I'ma give a shit? You right
I might just dump a thick brick in your crib, Goodnight twice
Cause I can give two shits, the kids nice
I'm ruthless and ill wit' it, Eric Wright
I'm apparently very dope, mean when I grip the mic
I'm like an overdose of dopamine, hold on for dear life

[Verse 3: Onry Ozzborn]
Excellence is implemented every time we enter
Any booth, we Ferngully sabretooth
Let it consume you become the exorcism move dude
Survive the exorcism, Now you're wearing Moon Boots
Plant the flag and Instagram it
Or fabricate a portrait of accomplishment to show people that you advantaged
Only the land win
Coast to coast still clear and you accept that we the only one still standin'

[Verse 4: JFK Ninjaface]
Got a six figure track to hit 'em wit'
Some classical syllable spit acid, ribonucleic fashion
'Till every ligament in your body is burned to ashes
No need to ask "Who is he?" after this you disaster
Turn your jewels to molasses, laugh at you when you're blasted[?]
Staple some fake lashes[?], lame and you ain't crackin'
But here's a sample of eight straight to the crafted
Titans in Hades' basement with lightning hittin' the masses

[Verse 5: Onry Ozzborn]
Michael and Jeffry murder everything
Bring it back to life, prepare it for reentry
NASA slimeball fire for the fuse hair
Diagnose that's the chosen why are you here?
Ain't it fuckin' clear right fuckin' now
Why I fuck around? Fucker just get down
Real rap juice, real rap dudes
Paper boys on that bike with the good news

[Verse 6: JFK Ninjaface]
Come get it, Let it infest your mind like a sedative
Embed it, lettuce, though of[?] divine and let it live
Your debted, wetted, hollow tech nines and we let 'em rip
Who knows what I'll fish when I leave this recording booth
Products will lay him in hate, housing at minimum wage
Thousands watch lagers break, and drown a calamitous lake
Gothima cinema eight [?], towns in a fit of rage
We live in these [?] with no escape

[Outro: DJ Spark]
There ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son
Come get some
These simple words just don't move me
Be real
Yo what you want
There ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son
Come get some
These simple words just don't move me
Be real
Yo what you want
The buck stops here