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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 other said, you couldn't even wax that dirty bitch
So wassup
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I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the 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, let's talk about a flash, ya jackass
That you flash witta match, your fast rap
And even though you didn't me before the flow solo
It's no way to go, bolos I throw or sold

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

You talk 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 stretch of a 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', 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 outlast your tired ass

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

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

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

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

So I won't give up, stop, stall, quit, ya
You can't touch this, what them throats written
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 tell you once, I you twice, Vinnie 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, 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 props from buckshots that niggas caught

Ya say you can't go to the me out close
Huh, in that case, you shoulda named your album
I wouldn't 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 witchu up in tryin' it
And if I was goin', I get my ass up and rip shit
I can't go out a wooden sock with padlocks
I'll leave tacks tiny and slimy snot spots
I write a day, to me it's a common
Say so much shit, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet

Yeah, Vin Rock, backbone of 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 gonna stomp time around, word up
(Strike a nerve)

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

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

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
with and if I mic attest it, I'll be neckin' it

Onslaught at an encore, you rat
You're so dumb, you to buy a fuckin' thinkin' cap
Now that tells us in a sec, 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
a shame, I get two minutes just to say, "Next"
Fuck, who follows you, you and them could each other
I treat you both any other motherfuckin' runner
This is the Flavor, tasty sugar-free
So have a Coke, have a and have a booger, G

Why? 'Cause you don't shit to me
I'ma take you [Incomprehensible] where good shit's 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 a chance 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 crew's out

So do the lyric here, this is one lyric
If I were you, I'd and throw 'em on his fuckin' neck
Something flow should come 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 a San Francisco trolley car
Prepare for the winter, oh,
I could write your 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 tell me, I'm not good enough
I got stuff than a teddy bear, from 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