Never Cry Wolf

[Intro: Reva Devito and (Onry Ozzborn)] [Reva] You, know, I have Pointed at you and laughed I laughed, I laughed Because you really, (Really what) Believed I was hurt (Cried wolf) Yes you came running, (Came running) As if I deserved your time (All this time (you laughed) 3x (Yes all your time (?) [Hook: Reva Devito and (Onry Ozzborn)] Im gonna cry, open the sky (because I know your black magic is a white lie) Up with the sun, hand on my gun (no need to resort to violence if I don't come, come, come) You don't understand (understand what) I will take you where the wolf lies dead [Verse 1: Onry Ozzborn] She not a wolf anymore, why don't you cry about it Much more tame, Tawny Kitaen, cry about it Write your name upon a white snake with a sharpie Put a plus with her name right next to yours, malarky But it isn’t, so you etch it in a tree In hopes that everybody stumbles upon it When walking home, see Want everybody to know You goin' steady like a plastic surgeon's hand, are you ready? For the rice and confetti Mixing it in with this rain, why don’t you cry about it? The augumented pleasure that goes with pain Hocus pocus, aim sheer, good day Locomotive, train, all aboard again Marty McFly Nike, party with five mic’s Electric chair ride going once or twice, lightning For shock value the hal no longer happens We mean it this time, let’s go Dorothy get them heels clackin’ [Reva Devito] I took my time now To think about what I’ve become, become Perhaps you've changed me, look at this lady Are you listening, can’t you hear me calling? I need to know now [Verse 2: Onry Ozzborn] Photographic memory ruining boogie monster I won’t forget the name No wimpering of the true impostor, They wanna cry about it Have you come running with a chandelier to put upon the neck Good will hunting I heard that yelp, way before the critics chimed in At frequency only a dog could hear, so I climbed in Smothered that wolf mother with a sad pillow Til the cries of the lambs began to teeter, on crescendo Sad day when I got to use massé Skating round the issue while fencing, touché To kill your sportsman, the search of the fox My basset hound still Baskerville, sipping on scotch The finer things in life we never cry about Only watch, listen and learn I bet on horse number 717 a lot Give it a go Gentle woman no fibs or we’ll be forced to focus on Thugging like lib and Freddie Gibbs [Hook]