[oats]

Let em go, roll the dice, the pedestal of open mics
Beretta flow, the poltergeist, you better know that oats is nice
Incredible, prose is like the coldest night at Leningrad
My keyboard is a ouija while explosions light my pen n pad

Corrosive type, upending tracks, pencil painting leaded pictures
Ventilating Venn descriptors, menstruating metascriptures
Bend and break the lesser listeners, a Wookie embedded Michener
Old school, so cool, calling kids pussies instead of hipsters

Crooked, the letter whisperer, incisions for calibration
Sharp boned, my smart phone's a sickle cell to answer Satan
Rivindell on acid patience, a twisted tale of masked elation
Mr. Always-Masturbate's Caligula coagulating

Mystical, emasculating, quick to pull a massive Matrix
Listen well - imagine sacred, kiss and tell cuz magic's nascent
Grip the L, that's how we make the strong silent, bomb tyrants
When life gives you lemons - you're one step closer to a Long Island