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[Freddie Foxx] Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight Yeah, there`s no escape from the terrordome You know I`m nice when I`m bustin' fat rhymes on the metronome MC`s never pass the mic to the Foxxx, cause Once I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has-was I beat you down on stage and when the battle`s over You`ll be leaving your show in a hearse Nova I`m flippin' the x`s three times and I`m back again See, on my way down stage they had me strapped in But once I hit New York and they losened the chains I went and bought me a Tec, now I`m wild, insane I`m on a hunt for a rapper who want to turn singer I got my beat-em-down bat and a itchy finger So if you`re nice with the mic and you want to flip I`m the rap bounty hunter and it`s time to get yo ass whipped Yeah, I`m comin' from the streets, pop And please fight back, so you can get dropped It`s time to see who`s nice and who can really rap I smack the taste out your mouth, you want to be a mack I`m not tryin' to shake the water and wake the gator But I`ma pass the mic like a hot potato 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 (1 - 2 - 3- 4) [Treach] You fly high... I heard your tape, then flipped the next side lookin for the def side You couldn`t be alright if I erased your left side Who`s wet dried when Treach tried, next died I`m gonna slide your wet wide, so step side Any dull raps get the skull caps pulled back full breeze Blastin' your ass back at full speed Hoes in flow, you know, bimbo And won`t stop prayin' and playin' until I`m layin' up in fo` Nowhere to run, nowhere to go I got a solid hip below the belt to make your nuts not grow Here`s to all crews that been wack I got a thinkin cap with raps I attached with a chin strap Flash past your girl who`s def in the flesh Yes, you can`t believe that she said "Treach" The wicked-a-wicked-a-wully-bully Bad and fully and surely bad Ready and willy gettin' ???? glad Dissed in hell and fell in fire I attack your back, force you to retire with a wet wire Give you the whip appeal like Toby Listen, oldie but goldie Take the dough from all who owe me 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 (1 - 2 - 3- 4) [Freddie Foxx] If a rapper disrespect me I smack him in his mouth I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat - boom! then I knock him out I keep heat and keep the clips in my sock When my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the block Yeah, Freddie Foxx on a rampage Every time I touch the mic the police is standin' front stage 'Cause I been labeled as a troublemaker I send my baddest girl to your house to play the heart breaker She`ll lay you down and put hickeys on your chest Then turn around and blast you with a .33 shot Tec You couldn`t rap, you was wack from the get-go So you got bumped off by my head hoe Called by the Militant Mack, my mentality is jail Long as I`m strapped I can`t fail Check this, I take the bass and I bust you in the eye with it A piece of steel with a screen on top, I`m gettin fly with it I`m bringin' suckers to the street again 'Cause them same broke-ass niggas ridin' on my meat again Mr. Microphone flipped the beat again Suckers got caught with the rhyme, felt the heat again I`m breakin' it down, lettin' you know I`m never lettin' go I beat your brother down, punk, just to let you know This is hip-hop, gee, not `hit pop` You mess around with the beats, get your boots knocked I`ma slide, I`m in her when I see you suckers later As I pass the mic like a hot potato 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 (1 - 2 - 3- 4) [Treach] Shrimps attempt to get pimped when playin pimp, why Sleepin with a limp eye Pass the hot potato, Treach done ???? chop to french fries Mad as a murder vet, man, it`ll hurt a set Well, to hell with you and your fat-o with the gurtle neck So ol` golddigger, dig some dirt, there you have it Want ring or a marriage, go get the carrot from a rabbit Before I stab him for his lucky foot Hit him with a puffy hook, hit the hare, now look how lucky looks I`m not a chip on your shoulder, I`m a boulder on a path Left a gash, you catch a headache in your ass Class I`m disrespectin', I won`t see you trippin', clown Shh - when I do, you be trippin', slippin' and fallin' down All`s left to call cops When I smack you with a leather wig and make you suckers suede bald spots Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I chuckle You couldn`t knock boots with a muthafuckin' knuckle It`s on, what`s more, talk and get a boo-boo from your jaw It`s easy as 1-2-3-4 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 (1 - 2 - 3- 4) [ Treach ] That`s what I`m talkin `bout Word up 4 potatoes 4 verses Some hard rough stuff for all those hungry MC`s out there, you know what I'm sayin' [Freddie Foxx] Yeah baby Nothin' commercial about this The Militant Mack in the house And I got a right hand for all that try to stand in my face and front Believe that And I`m comin' straight from the streets Word up
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