Oatmeal Cookies Lice

[Hook: Sample]
Oatmeal Cookies
Oatmeal Cookies
Oat-Oatmeal Cookies
Oatmeal Cookies

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
Hated myself since before it was cool
Faced death like an orphan of gruel, Pardon the drool
Four eyes, palm croakies, ominous blueprints
And a peace sign middle going "I'm With Stupid"
Top stool, drop the pontoon
La Schmoove, Don clobber the chronically obtuse
Put down the telephone around a crew and double back
Summoning a storm from the pulpit of Farmer's Almanac
Cleanly separate the chukkas from the bucket hat
Hold still, gold fillings jump into his duffel bag
Shift, gotta shave for the minions
Started out simian, graduated ophidian
Fitting in as a fool's heir and unworthy to emulate
I don't care, I never really felt cool anyway
Back in the cave for safekeeping
In the company of Lorna Doone and polyphasic sleeping

[Verse 2: Homeboy Sandman]
Ten years since I stood still
Started on my good foot but running out of good will
Still got a sneaker full of pebbles
And a Janny full of demos and a pocket full of anvils
My dogs are riddled with self inflicted bullet wounds
I mixed the bee pollen with the free balling
Cat's already fed up with my lifestyle choices
I ain't even stop pretending that I don't hear voices...yet
I'm stranded on the internet
Spilling all my innards in the interviews
Turning to a silhouette running out of substance
At least authorities running low on my thumbprints
I had to break out from the function
'fore my unlimited metro card turn to a pumpkin
Beware when messin' with the G-O-D triple O.G. triple G, Gennady Golovkin