John
[Verse 1: O.H.M]
John Travoltron, chill with betty white and betty ford
We’ll pull up in a line of whips that turn into a megazord;
And when I crash the grammy’s, I bet that they hand me ten awards
I’ve got a rocket in my pocket, and a sword;
I sharpen my katana while i’m watching asian dramas
Blazing ganja in a hookah, eating llama
While your baby mama reads me kama sutra
I'm probably your padre, I’m your madre’s main compadre, puta
Ooh! uhh... baracuda, I go deeper than a scuba
I’m sponging in your girls bikini bottom like a lufa
Hard as the reflection of medusa;
At your neck just like a chupa-cabra
Samba with strippers in gaza strip while spittin lava
Krakatoa, masta flowa
My dojo so toho I show up showa
I’m enormous, my performance so tight, I’m titanosaurus
My tantric chants are euphoric
It’s so fantastic, you for it?
If you’re thinking "no" I’ll pull out pliers and forceps
And rearrange your organs assortment in only four steps
My verses catch attention and my hook tore flesh;
Twisted like tornados in a wormhole vortex
I’m only bullshittin, tell me: who should I gore next?
[Verse 2: O.H.M]
They’re droppin dimes, so I stop on a dime, and cause a standstill
These toons act way too looney, I'mma have to drop an anvil;
And kill, whoever sayin' they’re super like I was frieza
Rock ice in iceland, sell green in greenland, mix lean in pisa
These niggas never see me like hmm… fema
Let me see your visa or it’s "seeya senorita"
It’s M.I.B, not the border patrol
Dont make me whip out this cricket and put a whole in your soul
Blaow! you dead
You gotta lay down, that's what lupe said...