(Strike a nerve)   Yo bitch, it was some bitch in a seminar   Talkin' 'bout you, had to get up early to wax this   (Strike a nerve)   Them other motherfuckers said, you couldn't even wax that dirty bitch   So wassup y'all?   (Strike a nerve)      I get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the fuck up, ho"   Shit, shaved and bathed a day, then I must go   Ugh, this is Everyday All Day, let's all say   Pluckin' enough and roughin' 'em up and fuckin' 'em up always      Bet, let's talk about a back flash, ya jackass   That fast you flash witta match, your fast rap   And even though you didn't know me before the flow solo   It's no slow way to go, bolos I throw or sold      Let's pick a bitch to pick with peekaboo   I see you through your crew, now whatchu wanna do?   After that, caps off to the black frost   My pants always sag 'cause I rap my ass off      You wanna talk about a badboy 'Sanchoi'   I'm bad as they come, chum, and nasty like [Incomprehensible]   To Vin Rock and KayGee, I'm the baby   Droppin' the ladies, cravin' ya maybe, I have the right to be lazy      Got more stretch to my swing and the stretch of a chicken wing   The flavor is bacon and it's cravin', is ice cream   I'm too trucked to be fucked and too live, otherwise   Ya drive by's smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyed      Runnin' and comin', drama starin' wit a stellar   I need so many lumps, I'll use your head as a braille book   Many friends ships ink, quick, fast   It'll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your little tired ass      You tried to swing this way, you little swifty   Ha, ha, ha, slum bitches still miss me   I do the dumpin', humpin', clappin' like thunder   And that's comin' from a land down under      Yo, I'm sick of dis shit, man   Niggas tryin' to cut, they rocks none   (Strike a nerve)   Yo, they tryin' to make us drop   Vin Rock sayin' he don't rock enough   Yo, kick that shit      Prepare for the worst 'cause I ain't livin' lose   I wouldn't just give a fuck 'cause givin' is free and my fuck's cost   [Incomprehensible] your loss in The Source 'cause I know no way   I been there before, maybe 5-6 times a day      Sometimes I put my hands on my head when I'm done, from   And wondered to myself where did dat def shit come from?   And then I think about the Naughty and the Nature in it   And then the Flavor, then the figures, while I'm flowin' wit it      So I won't give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kitten   You can't touch this, fuck what them throats written   I got tracks, better known as snaps, far forbidden   And the warm do, I know, I know how to make ya feel it      I'll take a head, I'll make ya spread and now lay back   I tell you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie don't play that   So don't start, there will be none is the lesson, folks   I hate cigarettes but my Smith-N-Wessun smokes      From anywhere, from any corner, anytime that's right   Who you bashin'? I go blast in broad daylight   You stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your figure's soft   I got nuff props from buckshots that niggas caught      Ya say you can't go to the takin' me out close   Huh, in that case, you shoulda named your album 'Almost'   I wouldn't rely on the try if I was you, yo   'Cause I'm turnin' tries into 'Oh, oh's' and 'Hell no's'      I wouldn't be caught dead witchu up in tryin' it   And if I was goin', I get my stiff ass up and rip shit   I can't go out like a wooden sock with padlocks   I'll leave tacks tiny and slimy like snot spots   I write a day, to me it's a common caper   Say so much shit, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet paper      Yeah, Vin Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature, y'knowI'msayin'?   (Strike a nerve)   That's right, so everybody sleepin' on the up, stay off of my dick   (Strike a nerve)   We're gonna stomp this time around, word up   (Strike a nerve)      Look who's mother's in the studio, thirty sons and daughters   Mrs. Happy Thing is in the back, catchin' quarters   Come and try to run wit it, never in a lifetime   Thirty [Incomprehensible] could act at Caesar's, still I bet I get mine      I heard your girl's havin' a baby, now will what she have?   A bag of dope, a bottle or crack or a sess bag   There ain't a part of me with 'Sorry' written on it, slick   You couldn't rock a crooked cradle, you fuckin' prick      The way I rock could shit, you just often like it   My style's so fat, I had to throw it on a water diet   Bullshit, ya not, I ain't the type to be fuckin' with   Wreckin' with and if I mic attest it, I'll be neckin' it      Onslaught at an encore, you stinkin' rat   You're so dumb, you tried to buy a fuckin' thinkin' cap   Now that tells us in a sec, right where your head is at   In between some bitch's legs, lookin' ass and lap      My name is Treach, remember this and don't you ever 'fess   That's a shame, I get two minutes just to say, "Next"   Fuck, who follows you, you and them could help each other   I treat you both like any other motherfuckin' runner   This is the Flavor, tasty although sugar-free   So have a Coke, have a smile and have a booger, G      Why? 'Cause you don't mean shit to me   I'ma take you [Incomprehensible] where good shit's meant to be   I rock a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track   Droppin' more shit than white castles and neck slacks      A studio to me is just a chance to rock, G   I rock and rock, goddamn, call me VinRocky   It's just what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout   I say one thing and your whole crew's walkin' out      So do the lyric here, this is one lyric less   If I were you, I'd take and throw 'em on his fuckin' neck   Something that flow should come straight from the horse's mouth   Mr. Ed's dead, so his ass is the best way out      Shit, man for hire, this hitman is the law   I run more tracks than a San Francisco trolley car   Prepare for the winter, oh, yeah   I could write your fuckin' album and you'll soon be the last one there      I start to heat up and rip shit in one, see   You couldn't get it hard, if the eyes were on Broad Street   So don't you ever never tell me, I'm not good enough   I got more stuff than a teddy bear, from ass to gut   This is a solid, you could never outlast   If bullshit was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's ass