Onry: You can catch me at the Elden Ring afterparty chattin' with the upper echelon a god body hierarchy (woo!)
Wig piece tinted orange platinum
Pipe off of my lip, home's magnum
Grocery boy, I'm baggin' 'em
Aesop: Block party badminton champion
Poster boy for robbin' graves
Dressed like a janitor at the pantheon
Catch me at the ramp in hand me downs
Meant for the lamb of god
Is guided by the major keys of Khaled and Johannes Brahms
Onry: Eucalyptus oil-spittin' witnesses dismissive
In the midst of it
And I just happen to be it, dick
I plan to trick off all my euros in Bеrlin and Prague
Then disappear in your tеar gas, a London fog
Aesop: Paris Moon, Singapore rain, Rio de Janeiro weed
Rake up the coast Great Barrier Reef
Where could he be?
His obit said he buried at sea
I also heard he wrote the obit on a ferry to Leeds
You could....
Onry: Ship me off to Belair, see if I care
Apparently I snuck her in the day after I left there
(I wasn't even there)
Advice from me to you is passed along through my assistant
Like a high snare
Got you flinchin' skittish as a wild bear
Aesop: Got you on that "I can feel it this is my year"
Moments before the locals owe me free wit' 'em Nike Airs
Take a breath and maybe draw me that chimera from your nightmare
I can puree some peaches and get the highchair
Waaaaaah!
Onry: Cry baby at the podium
It's obvious that they feelings are full of sodium
Insulated pure odium
All along behind the back passin' unnerving with petroleum
Aesop: Your lighter my lighter
Fire starter slash fire sale flyer designer for hire
Got to admire it
Mashin' through the mire to master of environment
The magic and the science
PhD in all types of shit
Onry: Aes of base and Dracula never no threshold
Aesop: Moon roof lookin' like a ceiling full of fresco's
Onry: Vomit glitter santi seminal sick of your pie hole
Aesop: From the whispers at mix
To the window break a high note
Onry: Live fast die slow
Fast and Fury puritan
Aesop: I only slow to surf a riding mower through a circus tent
Onry: Centurion bacteria congregating in moonlight
Aesop: Twelve live geese in his bubble coat
It's the new style
Onry: The freaks no longer come out at night
They sleep tight
Aesop: Can't trust a single one
Finger gun or peace sign
Onry: Spooky like old Disney rides in Anaheim
Aesop: Spooky like palettes of animatronic Santa eyes
Onry: Never ever will any of you be us
There's no discussion
Aesop: Bogus is as bogus does
Son you on the road to nothin'
There's no one sellin' slogan tee's or promotional buttons
Onry: Integrated Pipistrelo-tech for those who malfunction
