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

My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin
And kill for the right I got a buckin name
My caliber too fresh, stuck in aim
We roll 18 wheelers in the truckin game
I'm nice with there's nothin more I like
to paralyze your left side and leave you all right
I be layin front of your crib with Tec-y all
to get them 9 millimeters loaded up tight, listen
I'm like a Cadillac, I write a rap
so contest you'll be out of that
Y'all know the is stewin, that Bumpy came to ruin
You may be signed but you know what the fuck you doin
I make hot, I make dope raw
And send you than a long Colt four-four
You know the rap pimp that kept a ho poor
And slam a fool on his and break the whole floor

[Chorus: Bumpy
A yes yes y'all, and you stop
We keep on, once the are gone
is real street 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 are gone

Cena]
Yeah,
It's the J daddy, not or Jam Master
My mic is correct, but y'all know the hands
See you bitch I'm attackin the pile
Y'all be cryin cause I'm hackin your style
I sure 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 the game's over
Stones on my wrist, and a on my shoulder
Sixteens cashin in on hot beat
Go cop me a drop with the butterscotch
And we better not meet, if we do you gon' see a
Make sure you whole FACE rearranged
We rollin up in the blacked out dog
It's Freddie Foxxx, now you with Corrupt Mob
It's gas on the fire, any time a blaze
Squad known to up the Heat, just like the Shaq trade

Trademarc]
This my 9 to 5, this ain't no cat
killers bite styles, my rhyme piles is heavy
Give me a beat, man I'll body
Spittin that street raps man they nod to that
What you 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
off the street too long, I want my corner back
You a player, you a armchair quarterback
You ride the beat like streets on a flat
Don't play dumb, I know you came from
You seen slugs buddy after the rain come
Keep it subtle, got you bitch
like babies suckin tits talkin 'bout mami let's
It's gon' be what gon' be, you duck down
A quiet cat with a violent rap, what