Never again will you send my friend a frown
you will be shot down and you won't wear the crown
I as a doctor myself am ashamed to be in your presence
as far a the destroyer she is the pure slam essence
I am just a boy with the power of millions
you can't break anyone down with your billions
you don't see that your slams are not well written
and the only thing we get is nothing far from bitten
so Doc are you ready to pay all the fines?
because in the end I write the last slam line
back up the boat
you'll never cross my moat
my archers are in place
all aimed at your face
if you need me I'll be here
sharpening my sword's steel
waiting for an actual challenge
worth the fight and the balance
get back up or walk away
but in the end, I must say:
my personal display of affliction
isn't countered by your decision
To be honest I don’t know what is a slam,
The one I wrote got me in a soup jam.
They said it was to explicit and sexual in it’s content,
When I wrote the slam that’s what I thought it meant.
I thought Slam was two rapper’s insulting each other,
Even to the point of swearing each other’s mother.
But then again you can’t say ignorance is bliss,
Especially when you’ve insulted someone special like this.
So apologies to P.D,
I didn’t mean the those thing I said, you see.
So I offer you to write the worst about me.
Again apologies to P.D
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