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......)

(brothahs and sistahs!) (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 neighbor

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 the 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 they crew bought)

Damn real B rock, get fiendin and funky

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 blackhead, 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

Cold knockin' blocks off, gettin' props off

I don't cop or cop out, I knock cops 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 of 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 funky!)

Back in the day, yo, I played with playdough

The dough is real now, and dildo's feel how

a starvin hungry MC gets when

MC filet mignon is the fixin

I'm starvin up, it's time ta, carve em 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?)

(listen carefully)

Verse 3: Treach, (Vin Rock)

(Check check, where you, where you at, at??)

That another best will need a head 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 do more like lesser than a bum do

T-H-E MC O-F R-A-P T-O L-double O-K

A-T, I-N T-H-E N-I-N-E-T-I-E, oh 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

look at it 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

Edited, 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