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(Strike a nerve)
Yo bitch, it was bitch in a seminar
Talkin' 'bout you, had to get up early to wax
(Strike a nerve)
Them other motherfuckers said, you couldn't even wax 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, I must 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 a bitch to pick with peekaboo
I see you through your crew, now 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 Rock and KayGee, I'm the
the ladies, cravin' ya maybe, I have the right to be lazy

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

Runnin' and comin', drama starin' wit a
I need so many lumps, use your head as a braille book
Many friends ink, quick, fast
It'll take a dollar worth of gas to 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' like
And that's comin' from a land 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 don't rock
Yo, that shit

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

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

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

I'll take a head, I'll ya spread and now lay back
I tell you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie don't that
So don't start, there will be is the lesson, folks
I hate cigarettes but my Smith-N-Wessun

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

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

I wouldn't be dead witchu up in tryin' 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 leave tacks tiny and slimy like spots
I write a day, to me it's a common
Say so shit, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet paper

Yeah, Vin Rock, of Naughty By Nature, y'knowI'msayin'?
(Strike a nerve)
right, so everybody 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 mother's in the studio, thirty sons and
Mrs. Thing 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 girl's havin' a baby, now will what she have?
A bag of dope, a bottle or or a sess bag
There a part 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 it on a water diet
Bullshit, ya not, I ain't the type to be fuckin'
with and if I mic attest it, I'll be neckin' it

Onslaught at an encore, you 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 bitch's legs, lookin' ass and lap

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

'Cause you don't mean shit to me
I'ma take you [Incomprehensible] where shit's meant to be
I a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track
Droppin' more shit than white and neck slacks

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

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

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

I to heat up and rip shit 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 stuff than a bear, from ass to gut
This is a solid, you could outlast
If bullshit was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a ass