Slamming 101 the Miseducation of the Pathetic Whorelock Part One

Pay attention little boy, since school is now in session. I am sure that you have shown me that you need this little lesson. You are the student. I am the teacher. Time to act like you know it, And pledge all of your allegance to DOC the Poet. I went over all of your slams with a new red pen, Then I gave them back for you to do all over again. You really need to learn how to take your time when you rhyme, Because at the rate that you are going, you have a big hill to climb. For some strange reason, you act as if your slams are sublime, Which is why you are locked up, because the way that you write is a crime. You came into this game kicking up a big fuss, But will leave like another lame, who has to take the short bus. Since you were so slow, I had your mother put you on medication, And she sent you to the doctor without any hesitation. I came at you with an assault on your right and on your left, Then I stood from afar and watched as you peed on yourself. Whorelock, even you have to realize by now The possibilities of you winning are no way, no chance, and no how! When I saw your last slam, all that I could say was "Wow, The next thing that this guy needs to be saying is 'CIAO'." I have to ask, "Are you even trying to get better?" You should follow my lead, since I am the new trend setter. I can't take you seriously, which is why I slam you for fun. I could never ever be defeated, since I am the chosen one. Follow your lead? Boy, you have no lead to follow. Now I know that your defeat has been mighty hard to swallow. Your head is hollow or just full of hot air. I rhyme with flare, but you rhyme like you don't even care. When ever you read my rhymes, you need to stop, look, and stare, Since this battle between you and me is not even fair.