Lyrics:

[ Freddie Foxxx ] 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 wanna turn singer I got my beat-em-down bat and a itchy finger So if you're nice with the mic and you wanna 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 wanna 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 t