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 ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back
  A fuckin 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 shit 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 'pussy' 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 fuckin 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, whores' 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 shit like your heart had been thru
  Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do
  You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard
  Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards
  Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck 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 shit right away......
  I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust
  Take you to a ????, sure you can fly, just jump slut
  You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like
  You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin 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 shit dropped
  It's extended version, the side you can't fuck 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 fuckin 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
  Shit, 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 shit
  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!