Man this should be enough for yo ass lol.


They Call U Trilla.., Cuz U Aint Shit U Dont Diss U Write Wit Filla//
U Fukkin Herb, Get U'r Bag Of M&M's And Start Tryin To Be Ill//
Battle This? U Worst... Than Retarded-Kid's Fake-An-U-Lack-Skill//
Dun Let Me Laugh,Fag Bet U Got A Crew Filled-Wit-Dirty-Snitches//
Like Fat-Bitches U Try-Runnin From This Battle Like Its A Sauna//
Bitch U Cant Even Write-Shit U Think Crack-Is-For-The-Smok-us//
U So Fake-Ass Even Tom-Clancy Couldn't Help U'r Shit To Focus!//
Battlin Me,Lol U Missed Me Rollin With The Spoken?Yo No Offence//
But U'r Ass Makin No Cents And To Beat Me You Need Tokens!//