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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 a day, then I must go
Ugh, this is All Day, let's all say
Pluckin' enough and roughin' 'em up and 'em up always

Bet, let's talk a back flash, ya jackass
That fast you flash match, your fast rap
And even though you didn't know me before the solo
no slow way to go, bolos I throw or sold

Let's pick a to pick with peekaboo
I see you through 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 like [Incomprehensible]
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 and the stretch of a chicken wing
The flavor is bacon and cravin', is ice cream
I'm too trucked to be fucked and too live,
Ya drive smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed

Runnin' and comin', drama starin' wit a
I need so many lumps, I'll use your head as a book
Many friends 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, 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 to cut, they rocks none
(Strike a nerve)
Yo, they tryin' to make us
Vin Rock he don't rock enough
Yo, that shit

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

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

So I won't up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten
You touch this, fuck what them throats written
I got tracks, better 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 tell you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie play that
So don't start, will be none is the lesson, folks
I hate but my Smith-N-Wessun smokes

anywhere, from any corner, anytime that's right
Who you bashin'? I go in broad 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 named your 'Almost'
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 dead witchu up in it
And if I was goin', I get my ass up and rip shit
I go out like a wooden sock with padlocks
I'll tacks tiny and slimy like snot spots
I a day, to me it's 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
(Strike a nerve)
We're gonna stomp this 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, in a lifetime
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
ain't a part of me with 'Sorry' written on it, slick
You couldn't a crooked cradle, you fuckin' prick

The way I rock could shit, you just often it
My style's so fat, I had to throw it on a diet
Bullshit, ya not, I ain't the type to be with
Wreckin' with and if I mic it, I'll be neckin' it

Onslaught at an encore, you rat
You're so dumb, you tried to buy a thinkin' cap
Now that us in a sec, right where your head is at
In between some 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 follows you, you and them could help 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? you don't mean shit to me
I'ma take you where 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 to me is just a chance to rock, G
I rock and rock, goddamn, me VinRocky
It's just what the fuck I'm 'bout
I say one thing and your crew's walkin' out

So do the lyric here, is one lyric less
If I were you, I'd and throw 'em on his fuckin' neck
Something that should 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 a San Francisco trolley car
Prepare for the winter, oh,
I could write your fuckin' album and you'll be the last one there

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