Balding Eagle (Screech)

 

Balding Eagle

You…

You, you, you…

You balding eagle,

You're a malding eagle.

You've finally made me lose it,

You silently play this fool's shit.

You think no one can identify you?

Don't blink, someone might slay and hide you.

Make sure you don't go off the blank end,

Or you'll be floored on the floor of tank bund.

This was not an easy decision,

It was pending for a long time,

It took war and sleazy thinking,

I'm blending words of the wrong kind.

Why now?

It’s opportunistic.

But, how?

We got time to kill, shit.

It’s not the first time I’ve felt adventurous,

But now’s one of my limited occasions,

Where I act not on instinct, but on impulse.

The plan was all charted, the wheels set in motion,

Before it all started, address to the state.

You had to go and start it, the peat of your promotion.

A virus, unguarded, triggered my rage filled hate.

Lead? You're plumbum, fucking dum-dum.

Good for nothing but lines (heh, you're lining)

Gift subordinates wines (with your whining)

Inappropriate!

That's not fine, you're too far gone.

You're sitting listening to other people's phone calls.

Your charades have made the east river a war zone.

You little piece of shit, are YOU working from YOUR home?!

Is it any of your business?

No. Thought as much.

Is it your place to make a mess?

No. So suck it up.

If you don’t then I’ll spoon-feed it to ya,

Put a funnel down your throat, then yeet it through, yeah.

You accidentally knew who I dated,

I instantly knew what to do, but I waited,

You should have seen your face when you got jebaited!

And I broke through into territory you gated.

Riddle me this, baldy bird, doubts must be sated.

How can you be named after love yet be so hated?

Sit down son, you think you’re a Jericho?

I’m a heckler *cough* (koch), you think you can take a joke (choke)?

I’m a smith with vests on (wesson), you think you can bear the smoke?

Don’t stoke this flame, this fire, you'll asphyxiate.

You play this game, a briar-wood, you're a prick anyway.

Your fragile ego is fickle, you think that you can write!

I’ll have to suppress my giggles, you forgot I can fight!

You’re a wanna-bay, a liar, you just lead to use her.

But you got no lead, no ammo, you're just a pea shooter.

You’ll rot as a veg on bed, or a mobility scooter.

I carry a gun, your thot fists can’t work.

I’m Karrigan, bitch, calling shots in Antwerp.

Black out the sun, rain on your ritual.

Knife in your gut, twist it, I’ll kill you, you damn nerd.

You having fun yet? I guess jury’s out on that one,

Bleed you out, hush now. No more lies, you Amb-Turd.

One punch should be enough to knock you out, no? You think two?

Punching in unison should do. One from Scotland and the other from Cheongju.

Who's mixing monkey shoulder with espresso? Is that you?

A pretentious flunkey scolder like narcissus, it IS you!

It's your last day, I won't take you for a beer,

Every roast I have for you is written right here!

So make sure the door hits you on the way out,

And keep my wife's name out of your fucking mouth!

You fuckin…

Running to the hills because you can't pay the…

Oh…

So that's why you can't talk shit at home…

Makes sense…

Good riddance, Pb…