Slamming Dakarai Cobb Part 1

Soupers quiet down, quiet down, dakarai cobb is in for a shock. I'm gonna smash this clown, so let me metamorphose into the Poetic Warlock. Soupers put your hands in the air, and chant my name to the sky. You poets can tell by my demonic stare; dakarai is about to die!! Give "you" some ammo? dakarai, a true slammer would have his gun cocked and loaded! You are such a "lame-o," for I read your comment - clearly noted. Soupmail after soupmail you begged for a piece of the Poetic Warlock. But a certain poetess had me under her spell, because of what she did to my c#$k! You are not a worthy opponent for me, because I only battle the best. I know you intend to "bite" my poetry, for you notice how I do in each contest! Matter of fact, do you ever win? Do you ever "place?" Let me show you my diabolical pen, and what I will do to your face! First I will staple your lips, then super glue your eyes shut. I will strangle you with a bullwhip, but not before I kick your poetic butt! Dude this slam is giving me a raging hardon, tell your girlfriend I said "Hey" I gave her the nickname "Jaw-bone" and still have her purple negligee. You called my open challenge a joke, dakarai you just have no clue. My poetic gun will smoke, and I'll gladly annihilate you! My poetic vault is filled to capacity, and after I'm done, I'm sending you to the electric chair! You have the audacity to ask for ammo for your gun - punk you're not even ready for warfare! You're a child playing a grown mans game, and I'm putting you in checkmate. These soupers are chanting my name, and your "head" they wanna see me decapitate! I will take off your ugly head, and defecate down your throat. You will end up dead fighting a poetic heavyweight, and there is no antidote! Note: I will enjoy slamming you back to back to back - can you keep up? After I'm done with you, you'll end up cutting your wrists. lol