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

My is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin flame
And kill for the right price I got a buckin
My forty too fresh, stuck in aim
We roll like 18 wheelers in the game
I'm nice with mics there's nothin more I
than to paralyze left side and leave you all right
I be front of your crib with Tec-y all night
Tryin to get them 9 millimeters loaded up tight,
I'm a Cadillac, I write a battle rap
so smooth contest be out of that
Y'all know the beef is stewin, that Bumpy to ruin
You may be signed but you don't know what the you doin
I make hot, I make dope raw
And send you higher than a long Colt
You know the rap pimp that kept a ho poor
And a fool on his back and break the whole floor

[Chorus: Knuckles]
A yes yes y'all, and you stop
We keep on, the cops 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, the cops are gone

Cena]
Yeah,
It's the J daddy, not or Jam Master
My mic is correct, but y'all know the faster
See you bitch rappers I'm the pile
Y'all be cryin foul cause I'm hackin your
I make you and your mans done
When I see y'all both drop, I'm the cat And1
You see me on the team dog you know the over
on my wrist, and a chip on my shoulder
Sixteens in on another hot beat
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 rollin up in the blacked out dog
It's Freddie Foxxx, now you with Corrupt Mob
gas on the fire, any time a track blaze
Squad to beef 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 body that
Spittin heat street raps man they nod to that
What you smilin at? You R&B, man that's rap
You the beat, man you bought 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 armchair
You ride the beat like side on a flat
play dumb, I know where you came from
You only seen slugs after the rain come
Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you
like babies suckin tits talkin 'bout let's cuddle
gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down
A quiet cat with a violent rap, what