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(Strike a nerve)
Yo bitch, it was bitch in a seminar
'bout you, had to get up early to wax this
(Strike a nerve)
Them other motherfuckers said, you couldn't even wax that bitch
So y'all?
(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' and roughin' 'em up and fuckin' 'em up always

Bet, let's about a back flash, ya jackass
That fast you witta match, your fast rap
And even though you didn't know me before the flow
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 black
My pants sag 'cause I rap my ass off

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sometimes I put my hands on my head I'm done, from
And wondered to myself where did dat def shit 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, fuck what throats written
I got tracks, better known as snaps, far
And the do, I know, I know how to make 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 but my Smith-N-Wessun smokes

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

Ya say you can't go to the takin' me out
Huh, in that case, you shoulda named album 'Almost'
I wouldn't on the try if I was you, yo
'Cause I'm turnin' tries into 'Oh, 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 go out like a wooden sock with padlocks
I'll leave tacks tiny and slimy snot spots
I write a day, to me a common caper
Say so shit, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet 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 gonna stomp this around, word 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
Thirty could act at Caesar's, still I bet I get mine

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

The way I rock could shit, you just like it
My style's so fat, I had to throw it on a 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
so dumb, you tried to buy a fuckin' thinkin' cap
Now that tells us in a sec, right where your is at
In between bitch's legs, lookin' ass and lap

My name is Treach, this and don't you ever 'fess
That's a shame, I get two minutes to say, "Next"
Fuck, who you, you and them could help each other
I treat you both like any other runner
This is the Flavor, although sugar-free
So a Coke, have a smile and have a booger, G

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

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

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

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

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