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

My name is Knuckles, I write 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 with mics there's more I like
to paralyze your left side and leave you all right
I be layin front of crib with Tec-y all night
Tryin to get them 9 loaded up tight, listen
I'm like a Cadillac, I a battle rap
so smooth you'll be out of that
Y'all know the beef is stewin, that came to ruin
You may be signed but you know what the fuck you doin
I make aight hot, I make raw
And send you higher than a long Colt
You the only rap pimp that kept a ho poor
And slam a fool on his back and break the whole

[Chorus: Knuckles]
A yes yes y'all, and you stop
We keep on, once the cops are
This is street spit you best be warned
Tell your MC the mic is on
A yes yes y'all, and you stop
We on, once the cops are gone

Cena]
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 foul cause I'm hackin your style
I sure you and your mans done
When I see both drop, I'm the cat screamin 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 with the seats
And we better not meet, if we do you gon' see a
Make sure you whole FACE rearranged
We rollin up in the out truck dog
It's Freddie Foxxx, now you with Corrupt 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, ain't no hobby cat
Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme is heavy
Give me a beat, man I'll that
Spittin that heat street raps man they nod to
What you at? You R&B, man that's hardly rap
You the beat, man you bought a map
fact, here's my next rap, borrow that
Been off the street too long, I want my corner
You ain't a player, you a armchair
You ride the beat like side on a flat
play dumb, I know where you came from
You only seen slugs buddy the rain come
it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch
like babies suckin tits talkin mami let's cuddle
It's gon' be what it's be, you duck down
A quiet cat with a violent rap, what