aite man here it goes, 15 lines maximum...

Oh is yo name trix, do u got em in yo sleeves, I think yo rhymes are wack everyone else agrees/
Don’t come on this battle confident, cuz it’s a gangsta thang, fuck around we’ll leave with a bang/
Real g’s, hustlas das right, we comin from the bay, not even fuckin around, aite?/
Cuz yo rhymes are weak, I find more depth in aguilera’s songs, but one thing yall have in common is u both wear thongs/
You comin off as a fag bro, cuz I don’t think u got trix, ur one of em, waitin for a guy to give licks/
Ur rhymes are corny, did u write em one day, while u were bored n horny/
I’d ratha listen to the rule, at least then I get to think about ashanti, cuz while im readin yo shit all I see is some shit realy faulty
Anywayz I guess u mite be able to make it as a rapper, as did hamer n vanilla ice, don’t trip if u can dance u can sell those lyrics about pussy and rice/
Hey man you can do yo thang, but as soon as u came on this battle it became personal, cuz in rappin you the sodlier while im the colonel/
If u think this rhymin shit is so simple, dat explains ur one-sided lyrics, man why u tryin mislead us namin yo self trix/
Ur shit is as predictable as the Lakers offense, triangular makes me wanna just in a fence.