Shit-Talk, Ph.D.

Lone tactical kestrel
In my zone, practically invincible
That's just my dome, in actual instances to roll?
Past the crust I've shown a magical minstrel's toll!

But nobody should be alone.
I've said so much about the social circle.
Led by the touch of promotional hurdles-
Cred was as such merely ghosted in my verbal murals.

So for a mercenary minstrel to make it simple?
Firing up my druthers, for my tiger brothers
Here's the crimped roll, extolled:
“They've got us surrounded! Those poor bastards!”

And there's the hot sound... of more chatter...
Here's some fresh shit talk:

Misery missed
Vastly crass
Deliver snips
Frights are a treat
Psyched to freak on my feet!

Price of indiscreet speech?
Vice to achieve: To trip with a nun to defrock.
Shifty clips misled to gawk?
Gift me sips of red rum shocks!

Fifty lips and heads to lock?
Iffy slips misled to chalk?
Spiffy tips shed from my cock!

In a jiffy what's bred is no crock!
Ever my explosions spread what I hock!
Tipsy gabbing after the tip of every orgasm

Ripping fab to flip past chasms!
Giver of blitz, gas past a river of shit!
Deliver quick, at the height of the beat

Bite my meat
Night of shrieks
Right to speak?
Is slight and bleak.

I fight with each
Sleight I breach
As the Tight Priest of Schitz Sprietch!

Facetious speech that fits and rocks
Bleat and breach what others reach for in shit talk!
Fecal infested fecapod walks!

Shitty shithead stalks!
Witty snips led to mock!
I'm shitting what's honest:
I'm driven by conflict.

I solve, then prattle.
I evolve through battle.
Brawl and spit to disrupt.
Always ready to mix it up!

Popping red like a copperhead
With a switchblade for a rattle!
All who roll with cattle?
Send the sprawl to my path, yo!
I'll set them to crawl as I laugh slow!

Frets to scrawl so crass in flow
Extended sum of things
Pendulum swings
My pen runs and slings
Unending numbing stings!

I say that to say this:
Tell a friend to trick an enemy
Hell, send those vics you're bent with?
To get quick and tense with me!

It's cool, homies. I don't get hung up on shit.
I can drum a rumble up quick.
My tongue drips licks with quips to the 10th degree!
I'll flip the script and rip your enemies for free!

Slip out a million bar spree
A literal, literary demonic entity!
Piddle my roll, riddling bombs endlessly!