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

My is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin flame
And for the right price I got a buckin name
My forty caliber too fresh, in aim
We roll like 18 wheelers in the 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
Tryin to get 9 millimeters loaded up tight, listen
I'm a Cadillac, I write a battle rap
so smooth contest be out of that
Y'all the beef is stewin, that Bumpy came to ruin
You may be signed but you don't know the fuck you doin
I make hot, I make dope raw
And send you higher than a long Colt
You know the only rap pimp that kept a ho
And slam a fool on his back and break the whole

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

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 the pile
Y'all be foul cause I'm hackin your style
I make sure you and your mans
When I see y'all both drop, I'm the cat And1
You see me on the dog you know 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 gon' see a
Make sure you whole gettin rearranged
We up in the blacked out truck dog
It's Foxxx, now you deal with Corrupt Mob
It's gas on the fire, any time a track
Squad known to up the Heat, just like the Shaq trade

Trademarc]
This my 9 to 5, ain't no hobby cat
Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme is heavy
Give me a beat, man I'll body
Spittin that heat raps man they nod to that
you smilin at? You R&B, man that's hardly rap
You the beat, man you bought a map
Matter fact, here's my next rap, borrow
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 where you came
You only seen slugs buddy after the rain
Keep it subtle, got you bitch
like babies suckin tits talkin 'bout mami let's
gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down
A cat with a violent rap, what now?