Trife's
Pushing back your grill
So you can feel
Your mind
leaking over your spine
What is wrong with you
Stepping to a trife like mine
I'm further than any close
Encounter of the ninth kind
Divided by how many verses
I dropped in my first rhyme
Going Steel with the real
That shit you can't hang
Just that shit you better peel
Before trying to creep up from behind
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