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

My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I that fuckin flame
And for the right price I got a buckin name
My caliber too fresh, stuck in aim
We like 18 wheelers in the truckin game
I'm nice with mics there's nothin I like
than to paralyze your left side and you all right
I be layin 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 contest you'll be out of that
Y'all know the beef is stewin, Bumpy came to ruin
You may be signed but you don't know the fuck you doin
I make aight hot, I dope raw
And send you higher than a Colt four-four
You know the only rap pimp kept 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 you best be warned
Tell favorite MC the mic is on
A yes yes y'all, and you stop
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 the hands faster
See you bitch rappers I'm attackin the
Y'all be cryin foul cause I'm hackin your
I sure you and your mans done
When I see y'all 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 chip on my
Sixteens cashin in on hot beat
Go cop me a drop with the seats
And we not meet, if we do you gon' see a change
Make sure you FACE gettin rearranged
We rollin up in the out truck dog
It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Mob
It's gas on the fire, any a track blaze
Squad known to beef up the Heat, just like the trade

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my 9 to 5, this ain't no hobby cat
Copycat bite styles, my rhyme piles is heavy
Give me a beat, man I'll that
Spittin heat 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 ain't a player, you a armchair
You ride the like side streets on a flat
play dumb, I know where you came from
You only seen slugs buddy the rain come
it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch
like babies tits talkin 'bout mami let's cuddle
It's be what it's gon' be, you duck down
A quiet cat a violent rap, what now?