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(Strike a nerve)
Yo bitch, it was bitch in a seminar
Talkin' 'bout you, had to get up to wax this
(Strike a nerve)
Them motherfuckers said, you couldn't even wax that dirty bitch
So wassup
(Strike a nerve)

I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the up, ho"
Shit, shaved and bathed a day, I must go
Ugh, is Everyday All Day, let's all say
enough and roughin' 'em up and fuckin' 'em up always

Bet, let's about a back flash, ya jackass
That fast you flash witta match, fast rap
And though you didn't know me before the flow solo
It's no slow way to go, bolos I or sold

Let's pick a bitch to pick peekaboo
I see you through your crew, now wanna do?
After that, caps off to the black
My pants sag 'cause I rap my ass off

You wanna about a badboy 'Sanchoi'
I'm bad as they come, chum, and nasty like
To Vin Rock and KayGee, I'm the
Droppin' the ladies, cravin' ya maybe, I have the right to be

Got more stretch to my swing and the of a chicken wing
The flavor is bacon and cravin', is ice cream
I'm too trucked to be fucked and too live,
Ya by's smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed

and comin', drama starin' wit a stellar
I need so many lumps, I'll use head as a braille book
Many friends ships ink, quick,
It'll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your tired ass

You to swing this way, you little swifty
Ha, ha, ha, slum bitches miss me
I do the dumpin', humpin', clappin' thunder
And that's comin' from a land under

Yo, I'm of dis shit, man
Niggas tryin' to cut, they none
(Strike a nerve)
Yo, they tryin' to make us
Vin sayin' he don't rock enough
Yo, that shit

for the worst 'cause I ain't livin' lose
I wouldn't just give a fuck 'cause givin' is and my fuck's cost
[Incomprehensible] loss in The Source 'cause I know no way
I there before, maybe 5-6 times a day

Sometimes I put my hands on my head when I'm done,
And wondered to myself did dat def shit come from?
And then I think about the Naughty and the in it
And then the Flavor, then the figures, while I'm wit it

So I give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten
You can't touch this, fuck what them written
I got tracks, better known as snaps, far
And the warm do, I know, I how to make ya feel it

I'll a head, I'll make ya spread and now lay back
I you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie don't play that
So start, there will be none is the lesson, folks
I hate cigarettes but my Smith-N-Wessun

From anywhere, from any corner, anytime that's
Who you bashin'? I go in broad daylight
You stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your soft
I got props from buckshots that niggas caught

Ya say you go to the takin' me out close
Huh, in case, you shoulda named your album 'Almost'
I wouldn't on the try if I was you, yo
'Cause I'm turnin' tries into 'Oh, oh's' and no's'

I wouldn't be caught witchu up in tryin' it
And if I was goin', I get my stiff ass up and rip
I go out like a wooden sock with padlocks
I'll leave tacks and slimy like snot spots
I write a day, to me it's a common
Say so shit, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet paper

Yeah, Vin Rock, of Naughty By Nature, y'knowI'msayin'?
(Strike a nerve)
That's right, so everybody sleepin' on the up, stay off of my
(Strike a nerve)
We're stomp this time around, word up
(Strike a nerve)

who's mother's in the studio, thirty sons and daughters
Mrs. Thing is in the back, catchin' quarters
and try to run wit it, never in a lifetime
Thirty could act at Caesar's, still I bet I get mine

I heard girl's havin' a baby, now will what she have?
A bag of dope, a or crack or a sess bag
There ain't a of me with 'Sorry' written on it, slick
You couldn't rock a crooked cradle, you prick

The way I rock could shit, you just often it
My style's so fat, I had to it on a water diet
Bullshit, ya not, I ain't the to be fuckin' with
Wreckin' with and if I mic attest it, I'll be it

at an encore, you stinkin' rat
You're so dumb, you tried to buy a thinkin' cap
Now that us in a sec, right where your head is at
In some bitch's legs, lookin' ass and lap

My name is Treach, remember this and don't you ever
That's a shame, I get two just to say, "Next"
Fuck, who follows you, you and them could help each
I you both like any other motherfuckin' runner
This is the Flavor, although sugar-free
So a Coke, have a smile and have a booger, G

Why? 'Cause you don't mean to me
I'ma take you [Incomprehensible] where good meant to be
I a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track
Droppin' more shit than white castles and slacks

A studio to me is just a to rock, G
I rock and rock, goddamn, me VinRocky
It's just the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
I say one and your whole crew's walkin' out

So do the here, this is one lyric less
If I were you, I'd and throw 'em on his fuckin' neck
Something that flow should straight from the horse's mouth
Mr. dead, so his ass is the best way out

Shit, man for hire, hitman is the law
I run more tracks than a San trolley car
for the winter, oh, yeah
I could your fuckin' album and you'll soon be the last one there

I start to heat up and rip in one, see
You couldn't get it hard, if the eyes were on Broad
So don't you ever never tell me, I'm not enough
I got more stuff a teddy bear, from ass to gut
This is a solid, you could outlast
If bullshit was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a ass