My Poetic Assault Part 3 (Trick Or Treat) Slam

Sidney, trick or treat, but this isn't Halloween Your heart I've come to eat, so call me "Wolverine!" My poetry is like stainless steal, my couplet's have iron jaws! And as I cruise in my pimp mobile, I just picked up your grandma!! I'm a cool cat, got my hat to the back, so watch me strut My pen is like a baseball bat, and this attack is going across your butt!! Sidney when you comment, you need to show respect, because of who I am. With my deadly instrument, your head I've come to collect, because I'm like the Son of Sam! Better yet, Poetry Soup will never forget, because I'm pulling a Jeffery Dommer! Burn out your eyes with a cigarette, or stuff your mouth w/ C-4 like the una-bomber! Soup members begging me to stop; saying, "You're killing P.D.!" She challenged me for the top, so yes I'm destroying her poetically!! Sidney I float like a butterfly, and sting like a bee I am a poetic samurai, but that's evident in my poetry! Soupers are now asking, "How many more couplet's you gonna do?" In this glory I'm basking, because I'm beating P. D. black and blue! But hold up; Wait! I'm not done, just a few more! Although I'm an inmate, I'll unlock poetic doors and starting a war!! Sidney you must bring a poetic fire, or don't slam at all. Because my words will wrap you in barbed wire, pinning you to my trophy wall! You better believe I'll bring the swagger, the swagger of James Dean. And my poetic dagger is like Michael Myers from Halloween!!! *P.D. A thousand more in the vault, you have to be poetic, use word-play, metaphors when slamming...when you kneel before me, then I'll stop....