(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)

 Verse 1: Treach

 I get my daily dose of cha cha cha and "Shut the fuck up  ho"
 Shit  shaved  and bathed e'ryday 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 thru your crew, now whatchu wanna do?
 After that, caps off to the black frost
 My pants always sag cos I rap my ass off (Oooooh)
 You wanna talk about a badboy *?sanchoi?*
 I'm bad as they come, chum, straight up ricochet rap style
 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 its cravin is icecream
 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

 Interlude:

 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

 Verse 2: Vin Rock

 Prepare for the worst, cos I ain't livin loss
 I wouldn't just give a fuck, cos givin is free and my fuck's cost
 ????? your loss in The Source, cos 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 (You don't?)
 So don't start, there will be none is the lesson, folks
 I hate cigarettes but my Smith & 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
 Cos 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

 Interlude:

 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)

 Verse 3: Treach, Vin Rock

 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 ????? 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?) Cos you don't mean shit to me
 I'ma take you ????? 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, god damn, call me VinRocky (ha ha)
 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 win-te, 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