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(Strike a nerve)
Yo bitch, it was bitch in a seminar
Talkin' 'bout you, had to get up to wax this
(Strike a nerve)
Them other motherfuckers said, you couldn't wax that dirty bitch
So wassup
(Strike a nerve)

I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the up, ho"
Shit, shaved and bathed a day, then I go
Ugh, this is Everyday All Day, all say
Pluckin' enough and '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 though you didn't know me before the flow solo
no slow way to go, bolos I throw or sold

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

You wanna about 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 the right to be lazy

Got more stretch to my swing and the stretch of a wing
The flavor is 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 eyed

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

You tried to swing way, you little 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 to cut, they rocks none
(Strike a nerve)
Yo, they to make us drop
Vin Rock sayin' he don't enough
Yo, that shit

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

Sometimes I put my hands on my head when I'm done,
And wondered to myself where did dat def come from?
And then I think about the and the Nature in it
And then the Flavor, the figures, while 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, better known as snaps, far
And the warm do, I know, I know how to ya feel it

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

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

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
'Cause I'm turnin' tries '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 like a wooden with padlocks
I'll tacks tiny and slimy like snot spots
I write a day, to me it's a caper
Say so much shit, huh, I write my rhymes on paper

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

who's mother's in the studio, thirty sons and daughters
Mrs. Happy is in the back, catchin' quarters
Come and try to run wit it, in a lifetime
Thirty [Incomprehensible] could act at Caesar's, I bet I get mine

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

The way I could shit, you just 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 attest it, be neckin' it

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

My name is Treach, this and don't you ever 'fess
a shame, I get two minutes just to say, "Next"
Fuck, who follows you, you and them could each other
I you both 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
I'ma you [Incomprehensible] where good shit's meant to be
I a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track
Droppin' more shit than castles 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 thing and your whole walkin' out

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

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

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