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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)
other motherfuckers said, you couldn't 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, this is Everyday All Day, all say
Pluckin' enough and roughin' 'em up and fuckin' 'em up

Bet, talk about a back flash, ya jackass
That you flash witta match, your fast rap
And even 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 with
I see you your crew, now whatchu wanna do?
that, caps off to the black frost
My always sag 'cause I rap my ass off

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

Got more stretch to my and the stretch of a chicken wing
The flavor is bacon and cravin', is ice cream
I'm too to be fucked and too live, otherwise
Ya drive by's smuffler, word to the mother, my eyed

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

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

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

Prepare for the 'cause I ain't livin' lose
I wouldn't give a fuck 'cause givin' is free and my fuck's cost
[Incomprehensible] loss in The Source 'cause I know no way
I been there before, 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, then the figures, I'm flowin' wit it

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

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

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

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

I wouldn't be caught dead up in tryin' it
And if I was goin', I get my stiff ass up and rip
I can't go out like a sock with padlocks
I'll leave tacks tiny and slimy snot spots
I write a day, to me a common caper
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 on the up, stay off of my dick
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We're gonna stomp time around, word up
(Strike a nerve)

Look who's mother's in the studio, thirty and daughters
Mrs. Happy is in the back, catchin' quarters
and try to run wit it, never in a lifetime
Thirty could act at Caesar's, still I bet I get mine

I heard your girl's a baby, now will what she have?
A bag of dope, a or crack or a sess bag
There 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 just often it
My style's so fat, I had to it on a water diet
Bullshit, ya not, I ain't the type to be 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 fuckin' cap
Now tells us in a sec, right where your head is at
In between some bitch's legs, ass and lap

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

Why? 'Cause you mean shit to me
I'ma take you [Incomprehensible] where good shit's to be
I rock a rhyme that'll be a up def track
Droppin' more than white castles and neck slacks

A studio to me is a chance to rock, G
I rock and rock, goddamn, call me
It's just what the fuck I'm talkin'
I say one and your whole crew's walkin' out

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

Shit, man for hire, hitman is the law
I run tracks than a San Francisco trolley car
for the winter, oh, yeah
I write your fuckin' 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 were on Broad Street
So don't you ever tell me, I'm not good enough
I got more than a teddy bear, from ass to gut
is a solid, you could never outlast
If bullshit was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a ass