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(Warning)


[ VERSE 1 ]

Turn up your radio, stand by the speakers

Brace yourself, or you might get weaker

My rhymes hypnotize your total insides

Now we're about to take a serious ride

Meet me, here's the introduction

My name's Freddie Foxxx, and I'm the rap seductor

You wanna run up, run up right to come get this

So you can all witness lyrical fitness

The rapper that you're hearin is the microphone killer

The b-boy idol and the fly girl thriller

The microphone mangler, MC strangler

Milky as silk pads, rougher than Wrangler

Mad for the mic, waitin in a rage

I'm tight and all anxious to rush the stage

Rappers sit back, relax and get cosy

I'm about to play y'all like ring around the rosie

Pack up your rhymes and move south

Or else it's '1st round, Freddie by a knock-out'

You can't move, I got you surrounded

Huh, cause I wrote rhymes and bass pounded

To the body ( *cutting* ) to the head ( *cutting* )

How you gonna last on stage with Fred?

Your mind's workin overtime thinkin bout the latest

Hit from the baritone voice of the greatest

Open your eyes, so you can all see it

If you wanna go out like a whimp, then so be it

I keep comin, it never stops

Kill your brain, give you no props

Blast the music, see what you're missin

Stop (stop) look (look) and listen


(Warning)

Watch the Foxxx


[ VERSE 2 ]

Time is precious, so I'ma keep goin

Bustin off rhymes, watch me keep flowin

When I storm, you're in my way, you're smashed

Drug to the Dungeon, and then crashed

Line em up one at a time, and I take em

Bring em up, 5s and 10s, and I break em

Nobody walks, all comers get hurt

Killin up MC's, that's my work

See, rappers wanna strong-arm, but they ain't strong enough

To bite a rhyme, cause their wind ain't long enough

Take the breath of death when you chew my rhymes

If you wish to die so early, fine

Music in the background sets the sound

For me to grab the mic and break it down

One line compliments the next, and you're fiendin on it

It's like you can't even walk, so you lean on it

Then I guide ya, saddle and ride ya

The voice of the Foxxx ringin all inside ya

Place your bets, his rhymes will wet

And even if I dried him off, he still sweats

Soak him in scratches, beats and rhymes

Nobody else's - mines

Walk on stage and try to be the man

And watch Foxxx kick the mic our your hand

Call you 'son', make you sit in your corner

And slap you up like little Jack Horner

If the message ain't clear by now, you won't know it

Be careful, steppin to Foxxx and you'll blow it

Blast the music, see what you're missin

Stop (stop) look (look) and listen


[ VERSE 3 ]

Yo, Kut Terrorist, back up the music

Break out some hip-hop, watch me protrude this

The music is well composed

If you cover your ears, the beat'll bust your nose

My style is dark, indeed, goes a thousand leaps

Into the minds of those that sleep

For those wide awake, sit and observe

The musical master of a million words

Or would you rather see a basic MC?

If so, leave, cause that ain't me

The brag-andboastin, so-called hostin

Need a little lesson in burn-and-roastin

Catch the beat, and clap your hands

And see if we can get all the skins to dance

Open your eyes and ears, stop and look, this ain't dissin

You just have to listen 

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