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(Strike a nerve)
Yo bitch, it was some in a seminar
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 of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the fuck up, ho"
Shit, shaved and bathed a day, then I 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 witta match, your rap
And though you didn't know me before the flow solo
It's no way to go, bolos I throw or sold

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

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

Got more to my swing and the stretch of a chicken wing
The flavor is bacon and cravin', is ice cream
I'm too trucked to be fucked and too live,
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 head as a book
friends ships ink, quick, fast
It'll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast little tired ass

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

Yo, I'm of dis shit, man
Niggas tryin' to cut, rocks none
(Strike a nerve)
Yo, they tryin' to us drop
Vin Rock sayin' he rock enough
Yo, that shit

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

Sometimes I put my on my head when I'm done, from
And wondered to myself where did dat def shit come
And then I think about the Naughty and the in it
And then the Flavor, then the figures, 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, known as snaps, far forbidden
And the warm do, I know, I know how to make ya it

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

From anywhere, from any corner, anytime that's
Who you bashin'? I go in broad daylight
You stand hard, you hard, yeah, your figure's 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 shoulda named your album
I wouldn't on the try if I was you, yo
'Cause I'm turnin' tries 'Oh, oh's' and 'Hell no's'

I be caught dead 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 tiny and slimy like snot
I write a day, to me a common caper
Say so much shit, huh, I write my 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)
We're gonna stomp this time around, up
(Strike a nerve)

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

I heard your girl's havin' a baby, now will what she
A bag of dope, a bottle or or a sess bag
ain't a part of me with 'Sorry' written on it, slick
You couldn't rock a cradle, you fuckin' prick

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

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

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

'Cause you don't mean shit to me
I'ma take you [Incomprehensible] where good shit's to be
I rock a rhyme be a straight up def track
Droppin' more shit than white and neck slacks

A to me is just a chance to rock, G
I rock and rock, goddamn, call me
It's just what the 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 take and throw 'em on his neck
Something that flow should come straight 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 a San Francisco trolley car
for the winter, oh, yeah
I could write your fuckin' 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 eyes were on Broad
So don't you ever never me, I'm not good enough
I got more stuff a teddy bear, from ass to gut
This is a solid, you could never
If bullshit was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a ass