cause I ain't met rapper that's yet to phase me
 beats are played like a horse in the third
 then the voice of the rapper freddie foxxx is heard
 (I don't get that horse line either but keep reading)
 give in dough  if you bet and you hit  you a winner
 but rappers take a loss cause I treat'em like beginners
 now they wanna fight cause i wrecked the place
 and they mad cause they bet a against the rapping ace
 you got live, and pulled out mace
 but you caught it, buck fifty cross the face
 never have I ever took a loss in rhyming
 on the microphone checkin', cause it's all timing
 (right here is where he starts to get ill)
 rappers are breeded on disrespect
 you can catch it like a shortstop, right in the chest
 I got access to beat and rhymes in artillary
 I don't need to load cause ain't nobody killin' me
 cut terrorist, boost the scratch track
 while I tell'em there ain't no match
 cause I'm armor, and you a country jerri curl farmer
 still wearing 85' bombers
 there's no way you get props you don't deserve
 the only thing you get here is served
 not food or drink but this is pain
 raps the game, I take it to the brain
 took a rapper to the dungeon and wrecked his world
 laughed in his face while he cried like a girl
 I broke it down so he understood
 if you live by the laws of foxxx, you gotta be good
 bumped his girl his sister then his neice
 then stepped off like a natural born horse thief
 (those last few lines are my shit)
 raps the game, so do what ya gotta do to win
 as long as your in
 I learned that from my main man rap (kool g rap)
 who said if I always kept my microphone strapped
 I'll bring terror and danger to beats and basslines
 cause my rhymes are like a loaded tech nine
 (hey, it was 91' he's allowed to be corny once in a while)
 on and on i go and I won't stop the flow
 you ready for a break...no
 (he's been rhyming for quite some time now!!)
 I was a black child born with the mind to create words and rhymes that
 sound
 the same
 freddie the foxxx is a master, my mind builds faster, then the average
 rappers
 brain
 you might try and disconnect the power
 destroy the man that rhymes and rhymes for hours
 but you see I know what time it really is
 a lot of rappers pop up, then fizz
 cause when it's time to see who's the real boss
 they all sing like diana ross
 (the next few lines are on some ill rakimesque battle shit. don't
 sleep)
 I set standards ,follow my mind and calmly wait
 what I create you greatly appreciate
 I don't fold under pressure and I don't cry
 peep both my eyes and focus on the bullseye
 I'm the master when danger comes
 I wreck compitition, and label'em bums
 if you was nice before you ain't nice no more
 freddie foxxx, top destroyer
 when I hit prime time airwaves with rhymes
 freddie the foxxx had time and the right style
 I stay cool, my head never swells
 but rappers got GEL-LED
 (that one is all about the delivery)
 juice was drippin' from your mouth ,you were slobbin
 so mad at freddie , boy your head start throbbin'
 try to get paid on the sneak tip
 but once again..you slip
 I got control of your mind body and soul
 now you feel like your 90 years old
 crippled and crawlin', totally disabled
 beating your head with the mike and a turntable
 (fat)
 down to your last leg, beggin' for mercy
 this is what happen to those who try to hurt me
 come strong and you might get props son
 hold on tight to your rhymes ,don't drop none
 (that's a clever one. it's always in my head.)
 you think fast, freddie foxxx thinks faster
 cause I'm the master