It's full tonight,
the Harvest Moon.
Black cats walk
through the misty gloom.
The Spooky Season
is now here
with goblins and witches
and much to fear.
So stay alert,
keep on your toes.
Where scary things lurk
no one knows.
The wind is playing
an eerie tune.
It's full tonight,
that Harvest Moon.
you claim to be the Poetry Destroyer
but i'll destroy you
i'll kick you into touch because I know Kung-Fu
in linguistics I own a belt thats black
i'll leave you down and out with no chance of a comeback
when it comes to dissing i'm a pro
i spit it fast with a venomous flow
you just can't handle the words that I spit
so here's a razor now get those veins slit
i bathe in the blood of all of my foes
when i'm around better keep on your toes
or i'll leave you dejected
make you feel rejected
you'll begin to wish you'd never been selected
like a sure shot sniper i'll blow your mind
you'll find yourself in one hell of a bind
you'll be without a paddle up a certain creek
my style is strong whilst yours is weak
you've just been slammed by Danny C
now why don't you try and slam me
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