On the Front Line (Free Style "slam")

It was a hot June./ Late afternoon./ I stormed into that saloon / like a 30 men platoon!/ The bartender says, "Gentlemen not in here." / I smiled and said, "Old man have no fear."/ You wanna take this to the street?/ I can hear your racing heart beat./ How dare you try to compete!/ Call me a poetic athlete./ I hold the title not you./ My verses are sicker than swine flu!/ You probably never been in a fight in your life./ I'm that damn good - go ask your wife!/ OOPS - did I mention something you didn't know?/ Someone ring the bell it's a TKO!/ Someone call his mom./ This is going to be bloodier than Vietnam!/ What?! You heard it through the grape vine?/ I'm a poetic fighter on the frontline! You reap what you sow./ I slaughter any foe,/ and just in case you didn't know./ I'm the great grandson of Edgar Allen Poe!/ So what cha think about that?/ I'll beat you with my wiffle ball bat!/ I'm trained for combat./ Walking over poets like the bottom of a doormat!/ Someone turn down my pens thermostat!/ I think this paper is about to catch fire!/ My words will wrap you in barbed wire!/ I will own your soul./ This pen is my pistol!/ N. C. is where I'm from ./ My lyrics will set you ablaze like Napalm!/ Read the headline,/ I'm a poetic soldier on the frontline! Yes I will haunt the night./ I feel guite / comfortable on the frontline./ Call me Dr. Frankenstein!/ A freak of nature, not of this world./ Don't talk smack/ Jack/ It's a fact I'll take yo girl!/ A cassonova from birth./ I'm not of this earth./ I know you can't stand it./ But I was born on another planet!/ You hear my voice,/ and my weapon of choice,/ a razor sharp scimitar!/ I can hear/ the fear/ I'm the fallen star!/ So as I drop the H-bomb/ I hop back in my UFO./ You know where I'm from/ beyond the rainbow!/ At last you feel the teeth of my canine!/ A poetic soldier on the frontline!!! * This is just me venting, not written toward non of you guys...hehe