I'M Not Done Yet, Doc

Here it comes from above, Doc
Not your defibrillator could shock
Your brains are no match from my luck
the key I wear ensures life doesn't suck
so even if you could rip out my heart
after my operation I still will fart
and if you survive that, than congrats
but I will tell what you won't get over my next attack...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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August 6, 2010 at 7:31 AM
looking forward to your rebuttle. this is getting fun. i am still working on my list and the details to the NUMBER ONE HEADBAND competition. actually trying to invite some outside players to join in. hey look for my poem "PLAYING THE DOZENS." it will shed light on why i do slams (oops! i mean free verse monologues)
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August 5, 2010 at 7:15 PM
WoW!! Red, i am shooked to see you up against Doc., are'nt you to young to go up against doc., kidding.. I believe you will give him a run.. now give me one good tittle of an old slam of yours to read..your friend,..p.d.
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