Yoke the Joker!!!!
*laughter*


Intro: Treach

There are too many overnight MC's but one

And too many wacked who haven't paid dues
You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit
and we are Naughty By Nature and we will just do by terminating you


Verse 1: Treach


I can snap rap pack click clack patter pat pat
Take that $$# to the point you have to ask for your $$# back
A f**kin joker smoker, taunted by no one

If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun
Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk
And all that %#@! I hear about me losin is small talk

I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief
The reason I called you '#~!!@' cos you are what you eat, each
look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe

Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my f**kin sho-op
How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while
you're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle

Hot, wild, raw, !@^%s' still suave
*laughter* Check out this style that I've
soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky

semi-social, never seem sloppy
See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers
Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy

We see so-so-songs and some shots, so
snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo
Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin

Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system
Smoke the joker, three times over
and owe her, go with the flow

or I'm about to yoke a joker

Verse 2: Treach


All that straight faced %#@! like your heart had been thru
Smile and give your face somethin the f**k to do

You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced !@$(
Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya $$# over backwards
Let's giddy up, yep yep, another f**k up

Grab your microphone, battle time shown up
Any freestyle I see while I prowl
I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow

Another victory, it's mystery



I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery
All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he
get the things he needs? Remember how blistery?

You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap
You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me
slicin your life away, just like I might today

I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin %#@! right away......
I treat ya like a (*##$ in a ditch off of angel dust
Take you to a ????, sure you can fly, just jump !@#%

You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like
You couldn't wet %#@! up in a motherf**kin water fight
All luck y'all, look at the props y'all

So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's
Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo
I'll smoke ya

It's time to yoke the joker

Verse 3: Treach


The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie
is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early

You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop
If I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your %#@! dropped
It's extended version, the side you can't f**k with

You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket
I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high
Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high
Never would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat
"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat"

Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day
Takin competition's what I do in the worst way
Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya
I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya
The proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden

It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children
Physically, facially, racially made to be
crazily paid or G, what a f**kin way to be
Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan
This smack that then attract the new game plan

Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test
%#@!, I was slept yet, then go to the next step
That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live
That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give
Makin other brothers wanna go home and write %#@!

Bite what I might get, then up and say "I quit"
Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg
>From you ain't in amazing, want some paper plus a pen and tongue will do
Yoke the joker!