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(Strike a nerve)
Yo bitch, it was some bitch in a
Talkin' you, had to get up early to wax this
(Strike a nerve)
Them other motherfuckers said, you even wax that dirty bitch
So y'all?
(Strike a nerve)

I get my daily dose of and "Shut the fuck up, ho"
Shit, shaved and bathed a day, then I go
Ugh, this is Everyday All Day, all say
Pluckin' and roughin' 'em up and fuckin' 'em up always

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

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

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

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

Runnin' and comin', starin' wit a stellar
I need so many lumps, I'll use your as a braille book
Many ships ink, quick, fast
It'll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast little 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 down under

Yo, I'm of dis shit, man
Niggas tryin' to cut, they rocks
(Strike a nerve)
Yo, tryin' to make us drop
Vin sayin' he don't rock enough
Yo, kick 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] your in The Source 'cause I know no way
I been there before, 5-6 times a day

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

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

I'll take a head, I'll make ya and now lay back
I tell you once, I tell you twice, don't play that
So don't start, there will be is the lesson, folks
I cigarettes but my Smith-N-Wessun smokes

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

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

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

Yeah, Vin Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature,
(Strike a nerve)
That's right, so sleepin' on the up, stay off of my dick
(Strike a nerve)
We're gonna stomp this time around, up
(Strike a nerve)

Look who's mother's in the studio, thirty sons and
Mrs. Happy Thing is in the back, quarters
Come and try to run wit it, never in a
[Incomprehensible] could act at Caesar's, still I bet I get mine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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