Judgement Day the Second Reality Check For the Pathetic Whorelock Lol

A judgement has been made, now the verdict is out. From the beginning, my winning was beyond a shadow of doubt. Do not waste your time shouting or pouting about my clout, Just go ahead and get used to your well deserved drought. Since day one, you were constantly in contempt of court. You should have given up, and tried to be a good sport. But, for some reason, you would not abort this territorial port, Even though your slams always seemed to fall "a bit short!" As a result, I am forced to sentence you to life As the Pathetic Whorelock, full of "poetic" strife. Go ahead and enjoy your role as another man's wife, Avoiding the words that cut you deep like a knife. You talk about fighting to survive. I can talk that talk too. I faced poverty and homelessness, and fought my way through. So, now there are no limits to the things that I can do, Because I made it through the clouds with the sun within view. How fortunate for you that no one wants to judge this contest, Because even your biggest fan would proudly confess That DOC the Poet is the best...better than all of the rest, And that you are nothing more than an unwelcomed guest. Anyone who calls you a winner would say so just to be nice, And anyone who thinks that you can beat me better think twice. I just put you on ice, and my words have way too much spice, Which is why your weak little stomach continues to get spliced. Like I said before, my final judgement has already been made. Your status as a poet has been measured and weighed. And, to be perfectly honest, you did not make the grade, So right about now it is time for you to just fade! This is the fact that you keep trying to fight, Because, for some reason, you can not see the light. So, once and for all just recognize my might, Or I will have to have you removed from my sight!