Pin The Tail On The Donkey - Naughty By Nature

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