Mic check 1, 2, strap it up, load the beat, c**k the mic
And your rhyme better be fat or you might have to fight
Yeah, there`s no escape from the terror dome
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 loosened 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 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

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` [Incomprehensible] 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 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

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 ni**as better leave the block

Yeah, Freddie Foxxx 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 ni**as 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

Shrimps attempt to get pimped when playin` pimp, why?
Sleepin` with a limp eye, pass the hot potato
Treach done [Incomprehensible] 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` gold digger, 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
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 muthaf**kin` 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 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

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`? 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