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    Verse 1: Treach, (Vin Rock)

    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

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