Slam Poetry, A Collaboration

By gg78 and shaman

If I could take all the arrogant assholes
And silly little preaching girls
In this world and throw them on an island
And preach to them  
I would definitely tell them  
You’re here to be taught  
A good lesson indeed  
So pick up your pens and paper
And take some notes please
Ughhum…
Lesson number one  
You are no better than anyone else
Because you talk like an educated person
In reality you may be dumber than the Special Ed kids from school
Who ride the little yellow bus  
You know them, the ones that you assholes must have surely picked on  
And why not
They’re the only kids that would have taken your shit
Because they’re high as fuck off there Ritalin

Now, with that said I'll hand it over to Shaman  
He’ll tell you ladies what’s new for lesson number two

All of you girls  
With glitter and curls  
Thinking your god's gift to men  
Because daddy buys your love  
With his hard earn money  
Well, your lesson is as plain  
As the nose stuck between your beady eyes  
That's right, you're nothing special  
You're just a Tiddlywink  
In hot pink juicy juice gear  
With a Roxy symbol across your chest and rear  
So look here tricks, you want to suck this?  
You sure look like you do  
When you put yourself out there  
Drooling over us like fools  
Like some dirty snatches with camel toes  
Stop complaining when you go down  
And when we drop you off in the middle of town  
That's right, we don't want you hoes  
And we don't love you hoes  
Because who you are is not important  
It's what you got inside your box  
That keeps us coming back for more  


Gg, tell them how it is, like flies on shit  
What'll it be?  
I think it's time you laid down lesson number three

This is for you people that think you know best
I'll tell you how I see it
Some of you who hold third grade jobs
And can fill out a mortgage application
Calculate monthly mortgage payments
Speak Pigeon English with a funny accent
Or can tweak an Intel computer
By changing its settings
Come here bragging of your knowledge
Of the English language
And challenging every person
For their reading comprehension
These arrogant insignificant pigs
Have learned how to eat shit and grunt
And they think they are William Hazlitt.
It's not enough
So change your tone
Just because you act the part
Doesn't mean you’re so fucking smart

The last lesson will be taught by Shaman again
Since he did so well with the ladies
Go ahead, settle the score with lesson number four  

Slam into this you dirty bags of piss
Because I’ve got you wrapped around my finger
And you’re too dense to know it
Just because you speak, when you’re spoken to
Doesn’t mean you’ve got an ounce of intellect
So act like you’re taking a shit and show it
Till you’re red in the face
Because your attitude smells
And my preacher says you’re going to hell in a hand basket
Yeah, we’re angry at you for flaunting what you don’t have
Especially when this world is so fucked up
Guess what, you make it worse
And you’re self righteous ass doesn’t blink an eye
Go a head and ignore us, you porous piece of stank cheese
When karma comes back around, we’ll be on the other side of town
As you get your face smacked down into the ground
Then who will be the clown?
Hmm…I wonder.

Fuck it, we’re out.