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[Freddie
Yeah, uh-huh, you
Bumpy Knuckles baby, we tear this mothafucker down!
Welcome to the underground hardcore niggas are found
We're beatin down, make you world-reknown
Where street beef set off once, forgiven
real niggas never give up, we fugitivin
That's how we be livin, where niggas on the raw shit
out, your face fucked up and get your jaw split
Nigga, we pick your teeth up and put em on a like bones
And send your punk ass home
I got in this microphone you innuendos
I get you beat the up and played like Nintendo
smoke like the hydro endo, you niggas is hookers
I hit you wit the four tuckers
Have you seen a rap stampede?
Well bring em underground, and I'll run em
You know my reputation, my voice over beats is violation
New walk, New York talk
And when I blow you dime, I use my own chalk
So watch what the you say and what you do
For real, niggas bring it to you and your whole
Bring in baby, you

I got in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin the glock to the
You my name
So if you ever come across me
remember the words to this song

I be mad MC's, I study your rhymes
And I noticed that you niggas is wastin time
I take it to wack niggas, they self-destruct
I take it to niggas and FUCK THEM UP!
So the fact you be shinin makes it even better for me
That just leaves more for me
I keep it than Cadillacs in '69
Total your record and stole your shine
Sixteen bars of homemade rhyme
And I still had you payin me mine
Wassup, me snatch a hundred grand on you niggas
No tax you loudmouth braggin-ass niggas fake jacks
I'm nice wit my mothafuckin hands
And I bust my heats, Freddie Foxxx box out the beats
My flow is so
Start a rainy day snowin, my voice fertilize your thoughts to start
Bumpy Knuckles and raw niggas incorporated
The real love it, the fake niggas hate it
You ready for this? Check it out

2x

I go one two three four five, I make it
shit like that be soundin wack
But when I spit the terror that makes niggas hide they jewels
Wild niggas start they tools
I got my ethics from the older school, if you wack I spit it
Something to steal, I get it
If Freddie Foxxx want beef, ain't wit it
Some niggas try my style but can't fit it
I be hearin niggas sound like me
But ain't ever really put it down like me
Plus niggas ain't really underground like me
Street reputation, town-to-town like me
You mothafuckers I squared off in the mainstream
World, actin like a mothafuckin
I wet you like a jheri curl and you'll explode uranium
The only thing you'll have to back on is your cranium
You soft niggas never be iller
the holemaker, holefiller
Bumpy Knucks it realer, the bloodspiller
Don't fuck wit a mothafuckin killer, IT UP!

2x
*on time, last line is "THEN ALL YOU MOTHAFUCKERS'LL BE GONE"*