Oh finally  finally (here we are)
 And for good  are the three  follow me (It ain't far
 Even though if it was  you could make it to the start
 The enemies  do you know who they are? (There they are)
 A devil with the dorags be walkin  now I had it up to there
 Oh yeah  that's the last straw (The Nature's back for......)
 (*Better than disco*) (R r r r r r r r r-ound*) (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
 Pin the tail on the junkie, find a false flavor
 It's a new day to play with a neighbour
 Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
 By now Naugh-ty By Nature by me
 They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
 Dump the last of the matinee, cos they couldn't stand the damn rain
 The pain's the same, the game remains mine
 I got more hooks than a fish line
 Bite the head off a snake
 Chew up from the first to last break and shoot em in the face
 Make way, (move), who are you to test me? (Huh, huh, huh......)
 I seen your last porno flick, it ain't impress me
 Wassup? Cuddle sport, here's a thought
 (The only records that they got, are the records their crew bought)
 Damn real B rock, get fienin, spunky
 Pin the tail on the donkey

 (*Bring that beat back*)
 Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

 Verse 2: Treach, (Vin Rock)

 I do more poppin than a blockhead, wreck the waxheads
 I'm fed, (Go ahead, you retired tackhead)
 Back to the fact of the track witta new thought
 You couldn't smoke butts witta match and a Newport
 Here we go, we go, we go again, witta flow we know, we know it's in
 (Def play like Poppa Simpson)
 KayGee's on the slice, can he co-clean?
 Doin more scratchin than a funk and a dope fiend
 Go knock the blocks off, get your props off
 But don't cop off, cop out, and I'll cuts off
 Another renegade of rap will stop that
 I'm more feared than a Sugar Hill contract
 I'm known for Lettin The Hos Go, my demo's all flow
 when cursin was a no-no, you dodo
 Give it up cos I'm hot witta warm hate
 I won't stop, pop, til that head is screwed on straight
 I take shorts, and no sorts, so take that clone
 The only thing I take is the 8 to the path home
 And I take you all the way to the north stop
 Your style's more foul than a pork chop
 I rock the hip-hop, non-stop tick-tock
 around the big clock, witta spot, tick-tock
 Pin the tail on the jackass, it don't mean jack (chill.....)
 to a brother from down the hill
 Back track with a rap that remains funky
 (Hmmm, and it's ugh)
 Back in the day, y'all, I played with playdough
 The dough is real now, and dildo's feel how
 a starvin hungry MC gets when
 MC *?falamin?* your own is the big sin
 I'm starvin up, it's time ta, call them up, yup
 Get em and cut em up, stuff em and cook the duck
 Tough luck, tell em to shut up and jet
 And feel the threat of a real life roughneck
 Pin the tail on the donkey

 (*Can I get a witness?*)

 Verse 3: Treach, (Vin Rock)

 (Check check, where you, where you at, at??)
 That another best will need a hard vest for this head check)
 (What? There's another, Treach?) That's what I heard, yep
 Three steps from a pit, boom, in his chest
 I never knew a nigga really wanted to die
 Instead he bit, instead of lookin me eye-to-eye, then I
 knew he was truly thru, dumb plus the one
 To meet the mighty one, call a bad one
 I rhyme about what I want to, microphone 1-2
 You're doin like *?Lasuran?* then a bomb do
 T-H-E MC O-F R-H-P T-O L-double O-K
 A-T, I-N T-H-E N-I-N-E-T-I-E, or watch me S-C
 And I might top to step to a sexy
 fancy, prancy and dancy
 No cosmo stomp, her's the true form
 Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe horn
 Here's a clearer mirror, dear ya
 lookin in nearer, cos I don't fear ya
 Some get too souped to the point
 where it's still too thick but still lick thru and thru
 Always wanted a guy to come and try
 to get sly and try ta, get by my
 Hideous, treacherous style that's wreckin it.......
 Pin the tail on the donkey.......

 What the?
 Yo, yo, yo, yo, wassup yo?
 What happened? It's like that?
 We gon' rush you again

 Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go