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Give up, WHORELOCK, before you fall too far behind.
It is clear that the victory will always be mine!

The way in which you approach "slam" is unlawful.
Your "slams are 'god-like'?!" More like god-aweful!

You keep saying the same thing over and over again.
It is like I am slamming a little boy, instead of a man.

Is talking about P.D. the best that you can do.
This is a poetic battle, not a pathetic whose who.

Really WHORELOCK! "YOU" were voted to the soup's 50 best.
Please show me that list, because I feel sorry for the rest.

That list must have existed before DOC the Poet showed up.
Even now your quick claim to fame, as we know it, slowed up.

Now, you look like the weakest sheep, amongst the soup's little flock.
Or, are you the snake in the hurry to slither back under his rock.

O.K., "PLAYBOY", time to pay boy. Hope you brought your piggy bank.
Soon, you will need a hole in the ground to show you where you rank.

If this is your "RAGING ENERGY," then let me get you a "RED BULL!"
Then, let me get you a few more, so you can get a head full.

The only "blow" that I felt was the hot air from your ego.
Me, Myself, and I slam fools like you, where ever we go.

And, just like I predicted, in my first reality check,
Your insufficiencies left me asking "what the heck!"

This is not a survey for twits. This is the survival of the fit.
So, like I told you before, WHORELOCK, you might as well quit!

I never ever should have invited you to this dance,
So, go ahead and throw in the towel, since you don't have a chance.

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