the rhymes I see posted with looks/that smack back to the stoneage/ shot these bitches/kill these snitches/these flows is week/they needs to go eat them weaties/balance life before they balance flows/all I read Is this sudden mix of echos/ twisted bullet holes crocked/leavin' you squeimish fightin' back the tears from fallin/ fall backwithin the mix/ feel as I light the sticks of green that gleam/readio lumanessents/droped to the essience/ the soap... fuck you/rubba dub dub leave your ass to drown in the tub