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

I get my daily dose of and "Shut the fuck up, ho"
Shit, shaved and bathed a day, then I go
Ugh, this is Everyday All Day, all say
Pluckin' enough and roughin' 'em up and 'em up always

Bet, let's talk about a back flash, ya
That fast you flash witta match, fast rap
And though 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 your crew, now whatchu wanna do?
After that, caps off to the frost
My pants sag 'cause I rap my ass off

You wanna talk about a 'Sanchoi'
I'm bad as they come, chum, and nasty [Incomprehensible]
To Vin and KayGee, I'm the baby
Droppin' the ladies, cravin' ya maybe, I have the right to be

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 to be fucked and too live, otherwise
Ya by's smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed

Runnin' and comin', drama wit a stellar
I need so many lumps, I'll use your as a braille book
Many ships ink, quick, fast
It'll a dollar worth of gas to outlast your 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 comin' from a land down under

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

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

Sometimes I put my hands on my when I'm done, from
And wondered to where did dat def shit come from?
And then I think about the and the Nature in it
And then the Flavor, then the figures, while I'm 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 do, I know, I know 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 will be is the lesson, folks
I hate cigarettes but my smokes

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

Ya say you can't go to the me out close
Huh, in that case, you shoulda named your 'Almost'
I rely on the try if I was you, yo
'Cause I'm tries into 'Oh, oh's' and 'Hell no's'

I wouldn't be caught dead 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 sock padlocks
I'll leave tacks tiny and slimy like snot
I write a day, to me a common caper
Say so shit, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet paper

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

Look who'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 could act at Caesar's, still I bet I get mine

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

The way I rock shit, you just often like it
My so fat, I had to throw it on a water diet
Bullshit, ya not, I the type to be fuckin' with
Wreckin' with and if I mic attest it, I'll be 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, right where your is at
In between some bitch's legs, 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 like any other motherfuckin' runner
This is the Flavor, tasty sugar-free
So have a Coke, a smile and have a booger, G

Why? you don't mean 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 white castles and neck

A to me is just a chance to rock, G
I rock and rock, goddamn, call me
It's just what the fuck I'm talkin'
I say one thing and your whole crew's 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 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 Francisco car
Prepare for the winter, oh,
I could write your fuckin' album and you'll soon be the last one

I start to up and rip shit in one, see
You couldn't get it hard, if the eyes on Broad Street
So you ever never 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 was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's ass