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Freddie Fox x x
Yeah, uh-huh, you ready?
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, we tear this mothafker down!
Welcome to the underground where hardc*re are found
We're beatin down, make you world-reknown
Where street beef set off once, never forgiven
Where real never give up, we fugitivin
That's how we be livin, where vibe on the raw s**t
Come out, your face fked up and get your jaw split
nigg*, we pick your teeth up and put em on a string like bones
And send your punk as* home alone
I got stock in this microphone you innuendos
I get you beat the fk up and played like Nintendo
Maybe smoke like the hydro endo, you is hookers
I hit you wit the four pound tuckers
Have you ever seen a rap stampede?
Well bring em underground, and I'll run em down
You know my reputation, my voice over disco beats is violation
New York walk, New York talk
And when I blow you dime, I use my own chalk
So watch what the fk you say and what you do
For real, bring it to you and your whole crew
Bring in baby, you ready?
Chorus
I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin the glock to the game
You know my name
So if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song
I be hearin mad MC's, I study your rhymes
And I noticed that you is just wastin time
I don't take it to wack , they self-destruct
I take it to nice and fcK THEM UP!
So the fact that you be shinin makes it even better for me
That just leaves more cheddar for me
I keep it blacker than Cadillacs in '69
Total eclispe your record and stole your shine
Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme
And I still had you mothafkers payin me mine
Wassup, watch me sn*tch a hundred grand on you
No tax while you loudmouth braggin-ass fake jacks
Yeah I'm nice wit my mothafkin hands
And I bust my heats, Freddie Fox x x celebrity box out the beats
My flow is so cold
Start a rainy day snowin, my voice fertilize your thoughts to start growin
It's Bumpy Knuckles and raw incorporated
The real love it, the fake hate it
You mothafkers ready for this? Check it out
Chorus 2x
I go one two three four five, I make it live
Simple-ass s**t like that be soundin wack
But when I spit the lyrical terror that makes hide they jewels
Wild start c*ckin they tools
I got my ethics from the older school, if you wack then I spit it
Something to steal, I come get it
If Freddie Fox x x want beef, ain't wit it
Some wanna try my style but can't fit it
I be hearin that sound like me
But ain't never ever really put it down like me
Plus them ain't really underground like me
Street reputation, love town-to-town like me
You b*tch-ass mothafkers I squared off in the mainstream
World, actin like a mothafkin girls
I wet you like a jheri curl and you'll explode like uranium
The only thing you'll have to fall back on is your cranium
You soft could never be iller
Than the holemaker, holefiller
Bumpy Knucks keep it realer, the bloodspiller
Don't fk wit a mothafkin killer, TURN IT UP!
Chorus 2x
*on second time, last line is "THEN ALL YOU MOTHAfkerS'LL BE GONE"*