well, this is the caliber of thing i've managed to come up with this week. i think i have a dysfunctional rhyme virus. have at it!

chummy neighbors smiles hide cop-rattled eyes farce behind the doors on the floors of the cars pulling into your circle

ding dong on your bell or bust down with a shell and it's downtown for you and what did you do

you think you safe housing no bad intention but you just renting this space for a spell, they may put you in hell, you never can tell

chummy neighbors with cams, lock you in glams, play to your wife, your boss, your life

john forte sez niggas grimy wid it/slimy wid it and white niggas better listen to rebellion rap take a tip, they gots the gatts- tho they not trained on you you be getting yours fore their time is thru

i'm talking the fats, the cats, the ones on the take the money men, sweet honey men, with houses on lakes don't think they ain't got they eye on you chummy neighbors with cams playin peekaboo behind shuttered windows, as they ziplock you.