La clef

Wrote this rhyme on the back of a wine bottle, yo

Well aware that it won't ever make a lot of doe

This wicked Riesling, acidity through the ceiling

Literally the liquid equivalent of sexual healing

Appeal is Natts

I'll have you reeling in stitches if that's the way I'm feeling - badass

Know that Bacchus is dropping and dripping nectar on ‘em

Deflect the boredom with some extra awesome autumn bars for dem broads

Surely odd ŌFFKILTR warring squad, warning shots after dark

Leave ‘em weeping for their moms, lost in the mall

Looking for answers, liquorice jolly ranchers, and hookerish dancers

Shit is bananas

Natty Bonanza

If I wasn't raised right, I'd cry I'm sick of you bastards

Dastardly grasp on mechanics of mics and wine frenzy

Crafted a villainous path, balanced the light

And that's the key

I’ve got the key

The key is in the vision

I’ve got the key

The key is in the truth

I’ve got the key

And I can see it glisten

I’ve got the key

The key is me and you

I’m just tryna braise some ribs and raise my kids

And weave these tapestries of ancient myths and mostly

Take the fifth choosy with the space I give relationships you’re

Only solid as the weakest link of which the chain consists

Lunar phases shift

With all the constant oscillation from the shamans gracious gift

To an aimless drift, I have stood upon those sacred cliffs

I was nearly drowned in liquor torn asunder in those flaming pits

But through that haze I found the lake and saw my face in it

Wild ripples like silk in the mist ha

Every breath is transformation on this pilgrimage bewilder

Kids with how he’s unequivocally killing shit ey

Pass me the clams and the Ganevat

Steady hand and a savage heart, trans-

posing through the fundamental stencil of a silhouette the

Physical form now flicks the last cigarette and mutters

Epithets under bated breath like a bayonet

Purple shimmers from the Rae Cassette

ŌFFKILTR-forged blades with the serrated edge last game of

Chess then ride the wave from its base to the crest that’s the

Key