[Verse 1: O.C.]
Penicillin on wax, the cure for rap, uh
Crooklyn Dodger Number Two back on the map
Perhaps you thought I was gone, well, surprise, nigga!
Not physically, but I’m a massive figure
Al Pacino status, the baddest, exotic
Repetition like an automatic, can’t stop it
High potent, pulsating like coke-snorting
When I was a fetus, moms thought about aborting
Important, am I? Gotta ask myself
But then I think twice like a Gemini
Authentic percentage, calculating
My mind state equals infinite
Bizarre, pa, ain’t it?
Flow lethal like Drano, lava from a volcano
Scorching, torching the microphone, I lost it
Popping shit, who got my back?
Freddie Foxxx with the twin millies, burn your temporal lobe
Ayo, Foxxx, fuck these niggas, slice ‘em up like an ox, pop
[Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx]
Yeah, OK, it’s time to bring these rap cats from Fantasy Isle
I bring it to these fake niggas with a TEC and a smile
You know my stid-dyle
America’s most feared entertainer, yeah
From New York to Cali, I’m called an acid-rainer
While you fronting like you balling, son, I stays in the mix
Same bullets in your burner since ’76
Act like you can’t tell
Shit be live as hell, busting so many shots
When my shells hit the ground, it sound like Rock the Bells
Call me Bumpy Knuckles ‘cause my hands be swell
From knocking niggas out from the lies they tell
Oh well, I bet you feel me all up in your chest
I make the softest nigga catch a body, blame it on stress
And if he snitch, I bail him out and murder his bitch
And then sedate him with my four-pound clap
Shit’s only rap, but I’m living like that
So while niggas be talking like dogs and walking like cats
Niggas’ mouths is getting way too fat
But O.C. and big Fid-Oxxx
We’re ‘bout to bring it back
Penicillin on wax, the cure for rap, uh
Crooklyn Dodger Number Two back on the map
Perhaps you thought I was gone, well, surprise, nigga!
Not physically, but I’m a massive figure
Al Pacino status, the baddest, exotic
Repetition like an automatic, can’t stop it
High potent, pulsating like coke-snorting
When I was a fetus, moms thought about aborting
Important, am I? Gotta ask myself
But then I think twice like a Gemini
Authentic percentage, calculating
My mind state equals infinite
Bizarre, pa, ain’t it?
Flow lethal like Drano, lava from a volcano
Scorching, torching the microphone, I lost it
Popping shit, who got my back?
Freddie Foxxx with the twin millies, burn your temporal lobe
Ayo, Foxxx, fuck these niggas, slice ‘em up like an ox, pop
[Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx]
Yeah, OK, it’s time to bring these rap cats from Fantasy Isle
I bring it to these fake niggas with a TEC and a smile
You know my stid-dyle
America’s most feared entertainer, yeah
From New York to Cali, I’m called an acid-rainer
While you fronting like you balling, son, I stays in the mix
Same bullets in your burner since ’76
Act like you can’t tell
Shit be live as hell, busting so many shots
When my shells hit the ground, it sound like Rock the Bells
Call me Bumpy Knuckles ‘cause my hands be swell
From knocking niggas out from the lies they tell
Oh well, I bet you feel me all up in your chest
I make the softest nigga catch a body, blame it on stress
And if he snitch, I bail him out and murder his bitch
And then sedate him with my four-pound clap
Shit’s only rap, but I’m living like that
So while niggas be talking like dogs and walking like cats
Niggas’ mouths is getting way too fat
But O.C. and big Fid-Oxxx
We’re ‘bout to bring it back
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