Master of Chaos

Yo, he's got words that hit like a storm,

Crazy talk, but we love him for the norms.

Hold tight, let's hear what he's got to say,

Master of the comic, in his own unique way.

What's up, you chicken ass eat, huh?

Spittin' wild truths that can't be beat,

My thing's so hard, a cat couldn't scratch,

Dog bites, and he's quick to dispatch.

He tosses out advice, it's tongue-in-cheek,

Laughs in every line, more than we think.

Better chance of rubbing sandpaper, oh wow,

Ridin' high on the chaos, he don't ask how.

He's the king of crazy, the sultan of fun,

Every word he drops, second to none.

Paintin' houses with a Q-tip, that's grace,

Living life loud, no time to waste.

And if you don't like it, well, that's your fault,

He's the wild card, no need to exalt.

Slam my junk in the car door twice?

Wouldn't surprise, he's that wise.

Got a swagger that’s all his own,

In the realm of chaos, he's the king on the throne.

So here’s to the man, the myth, the joke,

Every crazy word, every stroke.

He's awesome, wild, a true wordsmith,

In the land of the tame, he's the Kingdom's myth.