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[Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Knuckles]
Hahahaha...
Y'all the rep, yeah, listen

My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I that fuckin flame
And kill for the right price I got a name
My forty caliber too fresh, in aim
We roll 18 wheelers in the truckin game
I'm nice mics there's nothin more I like
than to paralyze your left and leave you all right
I be front of your crib with Tec-y all night
to get them 9 millimeters loaded up tight, listen
I'm a Cadillac, I write a battle rap
so smooth you'll be out of that
know the beef is stewin, that Bumpy came to ruin
You may be signed but you don't know what the fuck you
I make aight hot, I make raw
And send you higher than a Colt four-four
You know the only rap pimp that kept a ho
And slam a fool on his and break the whole floor

[Chorus: Knuckles]
A yes yes y'all, and you don't
We keep on, once the cops are
This is real street spit you best be
Tell your MC the mic is on
A yes yes y'all, and you stop
We keep on, once the are gone

Cena]
Yeah,
the J daddy, not Hov' or Jam Master
My mic is correct, but y'all know the hands
See you bitch rappers I'm attackin the
Y'all be cryin foul I'm hackin your style
I make sure you and mans done
When I see y'all drop, I'm the cat screamin And1
You see me on the team dog you know the over
Stones on my wrist, and a on my shoulder
Sixteens in on another hot beat
Go cop me a drop with the butterscotch
And we better not meet, if we do you gon' see a
Make sure you whole FACE gettin
We up in the blacked out truck dog
It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal Corrupt Mob
It's gas on the fire, any time a track
Squad to beef up the Heat, just like the Shaq trade

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my 9 to 5, this ain't no hobby cat
Copycat killers bite styles, my piles is heavy
Give me a beat, man I'll that
that heat street raps man they nod to that
What you at? You R&B, man that's hardly rap
You the beat, man you bought a map
Matter fact, here's my next rap, that
Been off the street too long, I want my corner
You ain't a player, you a quarterback
You ride the beat like side streets on a
Don't play dumb, I know where you from
You only seen slugs after the rain come
it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch
like babies suckin tits 'bout mami let's cuddle
It's gon' be what gon' be, you duck down
A cat with a violent rap, what now?