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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
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other motherfuckers said, you couldn't even wax that dirty bitch
So y'all?
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I get my daily of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the fuck up, ho"
Shit, shaved and a day, then I must go
Ugh, this is All Day, let's all say
enough and roughin' 'em up and fuckin' 'em up always

Bet, let's talk a back flash, ya jackass
That fast you flash match, your fast rap
And even though you know me before the flow solo
no slow way to go, bolos I throw or sold

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

You talk about a badboy 'Sanchoi'
I'm bad as they come, chum, and like [Incomprehensible]
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 is bacon and it's cravin', is ice cream
I'm too trucked to be and too live, otherwise
Ya drive by's smuffler, word to the mother, my brother

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ya say you go to the takin' me out close
Huh, in that case, you named your album 'Almost'
I wouldn't on the try if I was you, yo
I'm turnin' tries into '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 can't go out a wooden sock with padlocks
I'll tacks tiny and slimy like snot spots
I write a day, to me it's a common
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 sleepin' on the up, stay off of my dick
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We're gonna stomp this time around, up
(Strike a nerve)

Look mother's in the studio, thirty sons and daughters
Mrs. Thing is in the back, catchin' 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 girl's havin' a baby, now will what she
A bag of dope, a bottle or crack or a bag
There ain't a part of me 'Sorry' 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 diet
Bullshit, ya not, I the type to be fuckin' with
with and if I mic attest it, I'll be neckin' it

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

My name is Treach, remember this and you ever 'fess
a shame, I get two minutes just to say, "Next"
Fuck, who follows you, you and them could help other
I treat you both like any motherfuckin' runner
This is the Flavor, tasty sugar-free
So have a Coke, a smile and have a booger, G

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

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

So do the lyric here, this is one less
If I were you, I'd take and '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, hitman is the law
I run more tracks than a San Francisco car
Prepare for the winter, oh,
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 eyes were on Broad
So don't you never tell me, I'm not good enough
I got more stuff than a teddy bear, ass to gut
This is a solid, you could never
If bullshit was a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's ass