The Hatrix, Part Six

(By a rather indignant, provoked, and pissed-off heathen named Droopy)

Riddle me this:
What do you call a poet who's one-third so-so slammer
One-third backstabber
And one-third coward-assed bamma?
Well, the answer is a magic trick, 'cause abra-cadabra
You get a shady-assed
Patrick Swayze-assed
GHOST-SLAMMER!!
That's right!
GHOST-SLAMMERS!!
The type of cats to tell you they liked your piece
And you should be proud to have written it
But as soon as you leave town, they're on some different shit Spitting the antithesis...
GHOST-SLAMMERS!!
The type of cats whose
CDs you buy trying to support
Only to find they said some shit about you on the sly in the liner notes...
GHOST-SLAMMERS!!
The type of cats who'll beat you in a slam
And brag about it until the end of their days
But then lose to you in another slam And say,
"Well, slams don't mean anything anyway!"
GHOST-SLAMMERS!!
Mad because their chapbooks and CDs just don't sell
Shitting on you on the low like that mess won't smell
Then when someone figures out who they're talking about, they're like, "GASP!
How'd you guess? Don't tell!"
GHOST-SLAMMERS!!
You dodos!
You homos!
You hoes, you!
Talking shit about Drew at venues I don't even go to!
You holier-than-thou hoo-riders!
You phraseological food-fighters!
You brown-nosing biblically-based bohemian back-biters!
You smile-in-my-face sycophants turned behind-my-back critic bastards
Who love me today,
then in a flash hate me tomorrow with your fickle asses!
You revolutionary retards!
You Revelations-remixing frauds!
You reparations-wanting "sun gods" obsessed by slam scorecards!
You rhetorical Rambos!
You simile-spouting Sambos!
You tanka-toting tramp hoes and allegorical assholes!
You poetical posers!
You metaphorical mopers!
You journalistic jokers with your half-assed haiku hocus pocus!
You talk shit on the sly, but I guarantee
You don't have the balls OR the ovaries to want to SLAM WITH ME!!!
Then you got the nerve to wonder why nobody wants you on their slam team
Probably because yo' ass done ghost-slammed every poet on the damned scene!
And the way you did it was hoe-like
On the low like a low-life
If you got something to say about ME
Try saying it to my face with
NO MIC
'Cause you know what I do to GHOST-SLAMMERS
Once I identify and see 'em?
I do 'em like Pac-Man; grab a power pellet and EAT 'EM!!!
So as I conclude on the quick-fast,
I'd just like to say to y'all bitch-ass
Snitch-ass
Slick-ass
Walk-with-a-sissy-switch asses
FUCK y'all GHOST-SLAMMERS!
You'll NEVER be STARS!
Until the day you COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!!!!!!!!

P.S. Hate on THAT, cocksuckers!!!
"He did it AGAIN?/ Haters no like/ But they gotta fuck with it/ 'Cause the flow's so tight..." - the astute philosopher Jay-Z