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

My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I that fuckin flame
And kill for the right price I got a name
My caliber too fresh, stuck in aim
We roll like 18 wheelers in the game
I'm nice with mics nothin more I like
than to paralyze your left and leave you all right
I be layin front of your with Tec-y all night
to get them 9 millimeters loaded up tight, listen
I'm like a Cadillac, I write a rap
so smooth you'll be out of that
Y'all know the beef is stewin, that Bumpy to ruin
You may be signed but you don't what the fuck you doin
I make aight hot, I dope raw
And you higher than a long Colt four-four
You know the only rap that kept a ho poor
And slam a fool on his back and 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 be warned
Tell your MC the mic is on
A yes yes y'all, and you stop
We keep on, once the are gone

[John
Yeah,
It's the J daddy, not Hov' or Jam
My mic is correct, but y'all know the faster
See you bitch I'm attackin the pile
Y'all be foul cause I'm hackin your style
I make sure you and your mans
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 another hot
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 gettin
We rollin up in the blacked out dog
It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal Corrupt Mob
gas on the fire, any time a track blaze
Squad known to beef up the Heat, just like the Shaq

Trademarc]
This my 9 to 5, this no hobby cat
Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme piles is
Give me a beat, man I'll that
that heat street raps man they nod to that
What you smilin at? You R&B, man that's rap
You lost the beat, man you a map
fact, here's my next rap, borrow that
Been off the too long, I want my corner back
You ain't a player, you a armchair
You ride the beat side streets on a flat
Don't play dumb, I know where you from
You seen slugs buddy after the rain come
Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you
like babies suckin tits talkin 'bout mami let's
gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down
A quiet cat with a rap, what now?