Verse 1: treach (vin rock)
Oh finally finally (here we are)
And for good are the three follow me (it ainand'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 thatand's the last straw (the natureand'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
Itand's a new day to play with a neighbour
Freeze the mcand'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 couldnand't stand the damn rain
The painand'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 ainand't impress me
Wassup? cuddle sport, hereand'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
Iand'm fed, (go ahead, you retired tackhead)
Back to the fact of the track witta new thought
You couldnand't smoke butts witta match and a newport
Here we go, we go, we go again, witta flow we know, we know itand's in
(def play like poppa simpson)
Kaygeeand'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 donand't cop off, cop out, and iand'll cuts off
Another renegade of rap will stop that
Iand'm more feared than a sugar hill contract
Iand'm known for lettin the hos go, my demoand's all flow
When cursin was a no-no, you dodo
Give it up cos iand'm hot witta warm hate
I wonand'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 styleand'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 donand't mean jack (chill.....)
To a brother from down the hill
Back track with a rap that remains funky
(hmmm, and itand's ugh)
Back in the day, yand'all, i played with playdough
The dough is real now, and dildoand's feel how
A starvin hungry mc gets when
Mc *?falamin?* your own is the big sin
Iand'm starvin up, itand'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? thereand's another, treach?) thatand'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
Youand'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, herand's the true form
Styleand's so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe horn
Hereand's a clearer mirror, dear ya
Lookin in nearer, cos i donand't fear ya
Some get too souped to the point
Where itand'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 thatand's wreckin it.......
Pin the tail on the donkey.......
What the?
Yo, yo, yo, yo, wassup yo?
What happened? itand's like that?
We gonand' rush you again
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
