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

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

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

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

You wanna talk a badboy 'Sanchoi'
I'm bad as come, chum, and nasty like [Incomprehensible]
To Vin Rock and KayGee, I'm the
Droppin' the ladies, cravin' ya maybe, I have the to be lazy

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

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

You to swing this way, you little swifty
Ha, ha, ha, bitches still miss me
I do the dumpin', humpin', clappin' like
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, they to make us drop
Vin sayin' he don't rock enough
Yo, that shit

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

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

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

I'll a head, I'll make ya spread 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 hate cigarettes but my Smith-N-Wessun

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

Ya say you can't go to the takin' me out
Huh, in that case, you named your album 'Almost'
I rely on the try if I was you, yo
'Cause I'm turnin' tries into 'Oh, oh's' and 'Hell

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

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

Look who's mother's in the studio, thirty and daughters
Mrs. Happy Thing is in the back, quarters
Come and try to run wit it, in a lifetime
[Incomprehensible] 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 part of me with 'Sorry' on it, slick
You couldn't rock a crooked cradle, you prick

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

at an encore, you stinkin' rat
You're so dumb, you to buy a fuckin' 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 'fess
That's a shame, I get two minutes to say, "Next"
Fuck, who follows you, you and them could help each
I treat you both like any other motherfuckin'
This is the Flavor, tasty although
So have a Coke, have a and have a booger, G

Why? 'Cause you mean shit to me
I'ma take you where good shit's meant to be
I rock a rhyme be a straight up def track
Droppin' shit than white castles and neck slacks

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

So do the lyric here, this is one 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 than a San Francisco trolley car
Prepare for the winter, oh,
I could write your fuckin' album and soon be the last one there

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