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[Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Bumpy
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 buckin
My caliber too fresh, stuck in aim
We roll like 18 wheelers in the game
I'm nice with mics there's nothin I like
to paralyze your left side and leave you all right
I be layin of your crib with Tec-y all night
to get them 9 millimeters 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 Bumpy to ruin
You may be but you don't know what the fuck you doin
I aight hot, I make dope raw
And send you than a long Colt four-four
You know the only rap pimp that a ho poor
And slam a fool on his back and break the floor

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

Cena]
Yeah,
the J daddy, not Hov' or Jam Master
My mic is correct, but y'all the hands faster
See you bitch rappers I'm the pile
Y'all be cryin foul I'm hackin your style
I make sure you and your done
When I see y'all both drop, I'm the cat screamin
You see me on the dog you know the game's over
on my wrist, and a chip 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 gon' see a
Make sure you whole FACE 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 known to beef up the Heat, just like the Shaq

[Tha
This my 9 to 5, this no hobby cat
Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme piles is
Give me a beat, man body that
Spittin that street raps man they nod to that
What you smilin at? You R&B, man 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 side on a flat
Don't dumb, I know where you came from
You only slugs buddy after the rain come
Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you
like babies suckin tits talkin 'bout let's cuddle
It's gon' be it's gon' be, you duck down
A quiet cat with a violent rap, now?