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[Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Knuckles]
Hahahaha...
know the rep, yeah, listen

My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin
And for the right price I got a buckin name
My forty caliber too fresh, in aim
We like 18 wheelers in the truckin game
I'm nice with mics nothin more I like
than to paralyze your side and leave 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 a battle rap
so smooth contest you'll be out of
Y'all know the 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 make raw
And you higher than a long Colt four-four
You know the only rap pimp kept a ho poor
And slam a on his back and break the whole floor

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

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

[Tha
my 9 to 5, this ain't no hobby cat
Copycat bite styles, my rhyme piles is heavy
Give me a beat, man I'll body
Spittin that street raps man they nod to that
you smilin 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 street too long, I want my corner
You ain't a player, you a quarterback
You ride the like side streets on a flat
Don't dumb, I know where you came from
You only seen slugs buddy after the rain
it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch
like babies suckin tits talkin 'bout mami let's
It's be what it's gon' be, you duck down
A quiet cat a violent rap, what now?