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

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

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

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

[Tha
This my 9 to 5, this ain't no cat
Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme is heavy
Give me a beat, man I'll that
Spittin that heat street man they nod to that
What you at? You R&B, man that's hardly rap
You lost the beat, man you a map
fact, here's my next rap, borrow that
Been off the too long, I want my corner back
You ain't a player, you a armchair
You ride the beat like side streets on a
Don't play dumb, I know you came from
You only seen slugs buddy after the come
Keep it subtle, got you bitch
like babies suckin tits talkin 'bout mami cuddle
gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down
A quiet cat a violent rap, what now?