you're bein held accountable for not knowin how to count, fool/ yous a fag-ass rapper that mounts dudes...cuz i'll trounce you/ my punches'll pound you into the shake left from an ounce or two/ my first instinct is to leave links in the trash...where we found you/ aiight, but you were only half right: accountable/ how-to-count-fool/ mounts-dudes/ trounce-you/ punces'll-pound-you/ ounce-or-two/ found-you/ ^^see that's called a multifaceted rhyme couplet. it's more than just the ending words that distinguish the rhyme scheme. the entirety of all 4 lines are built around this pattern. duh! what? you can't read AND comprehend simultaneously? eh, and you call yourself a lyricist. don't know the first thing about rhymin or mc-ing. now that that's outta the way... you all aboard the same train that's taken hiphop down tha drain/ self proclaimed all-knowledgable brain n' gettin ground into a stain/ you claim not to be lame, but refrain to bring ya A game/ all that remains is your loss, our gain...role-reversal i'm abel slayin cain/ you get it now you weak fuck!?!