Ba-Dum CHING!

If you're even mildly hoping I'll miss?
With styles sculpted like Rubik's?
As a child I coped with the gift
Riled when I'd scope shit, roping the rift!

Defiled and retired traditional wiles at my own trials!
(On the scene I fit; I mean that shit—check my files!)
Itch and roll, those fogeys had to get with it.
In a jiffy I fragged lies to recompile a blitz!

Epiphany dragged my ass down the aisle of wit!
On the Isle of Wight, miles to delight, she smiles and I write what hits.
Still wildly inappropriate!

Stifle your complaints over trifles of pain.
Don't give me strife!
Just live your life!
I'll shiv your cyph to gain tracks on cranium yak!

Combustible trail played along to napalm in a pail!
Tussle when I rail, bustle to no avail.
Trust in the magic hail.
Sussed graphic without fail!

Bust flows past the crust to sail
Unjust and tragic like growing muscles, learning to hustle in jail!
Sever your wails. I'm never stale!
Clever male with war rules, rocking to drool and impale!

Dropping more jewelz than knocking over Zale's!

Convivial carnival of tales in my quiver!
Dither a river of details in slivers
Riffle your nails down my spine to shiver.

Illest script flipping—and ALL WAYS Loki will deliver!
Still tripping, with a fallen gaze like Bill Withers!
Stained flows gun rhymes, blending me and...                ...YOUR MOM!

“Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.”
Just faint fun times in unending songs...