"My motherfucking name is Bill Blasting
Aiyyo Foxxx, cook a nigga ass"
[Freddie Foxxx]
Now I'ma lay this lyric down quick like I planned
A real smooth style from the militant mack man
So rappers that feel they got hot enough to flow with me
Put your mic down punk, you can't roll with me
Cause I can take it better than the best
And hogtie you motherfuckers and blow holes in your chest
So understand that I come rough and rugged and wicked and tough
Until you motherfuckers had enough, yeah
The master of the microphone, I'm not a star in glitter
A bitch get in my face popping shit, I'm gon' hit her
Break her fucking legs so the bitch can't stand
And then grab a forty-five and put a slug in her man
Drag 'em to a hole where they can't be found
Then throw dirt on 'em by the pound
Now every time I go to a Hip Hop show I check the set
To see how many rappers I can wet
Because I scheme while they're dancing, I beat up high and hell
I chase down their DJs and whip 'em with a belt
And then I go to dressing rooms looking for my victim
See that my right-hand man already kicked 'em
And stomped 'em, put the nine barrel in his mouth
I drag 'em to the stage and take 'em out
I'm sick and tired of seeing all of you wannabe tough guys
Wannabe rough guys, I'm giving ya puffed eyes
Man I'm knocking niggas off in '93
And saying 'What's up?' to all the niggas in jail that's down with me
The rapper that used to be my man
And then he got too cool for motherfuckers in dealer's pants
He went Hollywood, you lost your style and your flavour
And looked for Freddie Foxxx to save ya
But yeah I see ya drowning and you reaching for the paddle
I crack you in ya motherfucking head and watch ya brains rattle
And then I pull you ashore for more
And you'll be wishing that I left you to drown on the ocean floor
Twenty-thousand leagues, and my rhyme is still going
Like a wave in your face, I'm still flowing
I'm nice with the mic like I'm nice with my fist
You might think that you can reach out and touch this
But when you reach your arm out, you might as well forget it
I chop your fucking arm off and beat your fucking ass with it
Aiyyo Foxxx, cook a nigga ass"
[Freddie Foxxx]
Now I'ma lay this lyric down quick like I planned
A real smooth style from the militant mack man
So rappers that feel they got hot enough to flow with me
Put your mic down punk, you can't roll with me
Cause I can take it better than the best
And hogtie you motherfuckers and blow holes in your chest
So understand that I come rough and rugged and wicked and tough
Until you motherfuckers had enough, yeah
The master of the microphone, I'm not a star in glitter
A bitch get in my face popping shit, I'm gon' hit her
Break her fucking legs so the bitch can't stand
And then grab a forty-five and put a slug in her man
Drag 'em to a hole where they can't be found
Then throw dirt on 'em by the pound
Now every time I go to a Hip Hop show I check the set
To see how many rappers I can wet
Because I scheme while they're dancing, I beat up high and hell
I chase down their DJs and whip 'em with a belt
And then I go to dressing rooms looking for my victim
See that my right-hand man already kicked 'em
And stomped 'em, put the nine barrel in his mouth
I drag 'em to the stage and take 'em out
I'm sick and tired of seeing all of you wannabe tough guys
Wannabe rough guys, I'm giving ya puffed eyes
Man I'm knocking niggas off in '93
And saying 'What's up?' to all the niggas in jail that's down with me
The rapper that used to be my man
And then he got too cool for motherfuckers in dealer's pants
He went Hollywood, you lost your style and your flavour
And looked for Freddie Foxxx to save ya
But yeah I see ya drowning and you reaching for the paddle
I crack you in ya motherfucking head and watch ya brains rattle
And then I pull you ashore for more
And you'll be wishing that I left you to drown on the ocean floor
Twenty-thousand leagues, and my rhyme is still going
Like a wave in your face, I'm still flowing
I'm nice with the mic like I'm nice with my fist
You might think that you can reach out and touch this
But when you reach your arm out, you might as well forget it
I chop your fucking arm off and beat your fucking ass with it
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