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[Freddie a.k.a. Bumpy Knuckles]
Hahahaha...
Y'all know the rep, yeah,

My name is Knuckles, I write that fuckin flame
And kill for the right price I got a buckin
My caliber too fresh, stuck in aim
We roll like 18 wheelers in the game
I'm nice with mics nothin more I like
than to paralyze your left and leave you all right
I be layin front of your crib Tec-y all night
Tryin to get them 9 millimeters up tight, listen
I'm like a Cadillac, I write a 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 what the fuck you doin
I make aight hot, I dope raw
And send you higher than a Colt four-four
You know the only rap pimp kept a ho poor
And a fool on his back and break the whole floor

[Chorus: Bumpy
A yes yes y'all, and you don't
We keep on, once the cops are
This is street spit you best be warned
Tell favorite MC the mic is on
A yes yes y'all, and you don't
We keep on, once the cops are

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 the pile
Y'all be foul cause I'm hackin your style
I make sure you and your mans
When I see y'all drop, I'm the cat screamin And1
You see me on the team dog you the game's over
Stones on my wrist, and a chip on my
cashin in on another hot beat
Go cop me a drop the butterscotch seats
And we better not meet, if we do you see a change
Make sure you whole FACE rearranged
We rollin up in the out truck dog
It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Mob
gas on the fire, any time a track blaze
Squad known to up the Heat, just like the Shaq trade

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