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[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 do rags be walking, now I had it up to there Oh yeah, that's the last straw (The Nature's back for) (Better than disco) (R-are-are-are-are-are-are-are-are-ound) Pin the tail on the junkie, find a false flavor It's a new day to play with a neighbor Freeze the MC's that want to 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, 'cause 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? I seen your last porno flick, it ain't impress me Whats up? Cuddle sport, here's a thought (The only records that they got, are the records their crew bought) Damn real B rock, get fiening, spunky Pin the tail on the donkey (Bring that beat back) Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go [Treach (Vin Rock)] I do more popping than a blockhead, wreck the wax heads I'm fed, (Go ahead, you retired tackhead) Back to the fact of the track with a new thought You couldn't smoke butts with a match and a Newport Here we go, we go, we go again, with a flow we know, we know it's in (Def play like Poppa Simpson) KayGee's on the slice, can he co-clean? Doing more scratching 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 Letting The Hos Go, my demo's all flow When cursing was a no-no, you dodo Give it up 'cause I'm hot with a 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, with a 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 (And it's ugh) Back in the day, y'all, I played with play dough The dough is real now, and dildo's feel how A starving hungry MC gets when MC falamin your own is the big sin I'm starving 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?) [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 looking me eye-to-eye, then I Knew he was truly through, 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 doing like Lasuran then a bomb do T-H-E MC O-F are-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-see 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 Looking in nearer, 'cause I don't fear ya Some get too souped to the point Where it's still too thick but still lick through and through Always wanted a guy to come and try To get sly and try ta, get by my Hideous, treacherous style that's wrecking it Pin the tail on the donkey What the? Yo, yo, yo, yo, whats up yo? What happened? It's like that? We goin' rush you again Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go