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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 name
My forty too fresh, stuck in aim
We roll like 18 wheelers in the truckin
I'm nice with mics there's nothin I like
than to paralyze your side and leave you all right
I be layin 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 you'll be out of
Y'all the beef is stewin, that Bumpy came to ruin
You may be signed but you don't know what the you doin
I aight hot, I make dope raw
And send you higher than a Colt four-four
You know the only rap pimp that a ho poor
And a fool on his back and break the whole floor

[Chorus: Knuckles]
A yes yes y'all, and you don't
We keep on, once the are gone
This is real street spit you best be
your favorite 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 Hov' or Jam
My mic is correct, but y'all know the faster
See you bitch rappers I'm attackin the
Y'all be cryin cause I'm hackin your style
I make you and your mans done
When I see 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 on my shoulder
Sixteens cashin in on hot beat
Go cop me a with the butterscotch seats
And we better not meet, if we do you see a change
sure 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
known to beef up the Heat, just like the Shaq trade

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This my 9 to 5, this 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 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 my corner back
You a player, you a armchair quarterback
You ride the beat like streets on a flat
Don't play dumb, I where you came from
You only slugs buddy after the rain come
Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you
like babies tits talkin 'bout mami let's cuddle
It's gon' be what it's be, you duck down
A quiet cat with a violent rap, what