If you're the Phoeniix than I'm the Spynx... breath of fire while your's plain Stinks/
THE RISE? With bars that fall, putrid lines each and all, out of
'Gear' like a
'Shitty' Ger-bal/
Dr. Sues would say this cat's Whack, far behind the herbs of the pack ~n~ dat's a mat'R-A-Fact/
Like the old site...ya just been Hacked,
'N-Talks-A-Kate-Did cuz your Ryhmes been
'Cracked'/
You've been
'Son'd' like
Wings of Wax, Ancient Myth like
Ecirus, ya best 'Chill-axe'/
Beat down in Six lines, Crunched like Pork Rhines ~N~ Burnt like Dank Kindz
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Fixed Your HTML 
-Axe
(Thanks just got back from Bare Elagance, kind of faded)