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

My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write fuckin flame
And kill for the right price I got a buckin
My forty too fresh, stuck in aim
We roll like 18 wheelers in the game
I'm nice with there's nothin more I like
than to your left side and leave you all right
I be front of your crib with Tec-y all night
Tryin to get them 9 millimeters up tight, listen
I'm like a Cadillac, I a battle rap
so contest you'll be out of that
Y'all know the beef is stewin, that Bumpy to ruin
You may be but you don't know 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 that kept a ho poor
And slam a on his back and break the whole floor

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

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

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