Trife's job is to relieve "stress" in guys pants like a homosexual tailor
This dude is only in front cuz his rhymes lead.... to failure
You trying to be something you're not, we know your faking the funk
That's why I "crush you in my sleep" like fat guys on the top bunk
You couldn't win in this battle if there was d/r voting
Trife you couldn't get a hot sig (cig) if you took up smoking (wtf "taking a leap")
someone musta "pulled the cotton over your eyes" cuz after reading ya sig
It's clear you must be blinded "like your fitted's too big"
You will never have the "lead" in this "play" on words
The only time "you do something" with words is when you use "verbs" (verbs are doing words)
You can't beat me Trife, ya words are pure fiction.
This aint a bragging tourny, you gotta work on ya dissin
The only reason ya rhymes are "def" is cuz no-one listening