[Freddie Foxxx]
Yeah, uh-huh, you ready?
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, we tear this mothaf**er down!
Welcome to the underground where hardcore n***as are found
We're beatin n***as down, make you world-reknown
Where street beef set off once, never forgiven
Where real n***as never give up, we fugitivin
That's how we be livin, where n***as vibe on the raw sh**
Come out, your face f**ed up and get your jaw split
n***a, we pick your teeth up and put em on a string like bones
And send your punk a** home alone
I got stock in this microphone you innuendos
I get you beat the f** up and played like Nintendo
Maybe smoke like the hydro endo, you n***as 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 n***as dime, I use my own chalk
So watch what the f** you say and what you do
For real, n***as 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 n***as is just wastin time
I don't take it to wack n***as, they self-destruct
I take it to nice n***as and fu*k 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 mothaf**ers payin me mine
Wa**up, watch me snatch a hundred grand on you n***as
No tax while you loudmouth braggin-a** n***as fake jacks
Yeah I'm nice wit my mothaf**in hands
And I bust my heats, Freddie Foxxx 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 n***as incorporated
The real n***as love it, the fake n***as hate it
You mothaf**ers ready for this? Check it out Chorus 2x I go one two three four five, I make it live
Simple-a** sh** like that be soundin wack
But when I spit the lyrical terror that makes n***as hide they j**els
Wild n***as start co*kin 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 Foxxx want beef, n***as ain't wit it
Some n***as wanna try my style but can't fit it
I be hearin n***as that sound like me
But ain't never ever really put it down like me
Plus them n***as ain't really underground like me
Street reputation, love town-to-town like me
You b**h-a** mothaf**ers I squared off in the mainstream
World, actin like a mothaf**in 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 n***as could never be iller
Than the holemaker, holefiller
Bumpy Knucks keep it realer, the bloodspiller
Don't f** wit a mothaf**in k**er, TURN IT UP! Chorus 2x
*on second time, last line is "THEN ALL YOU MOTHAfu*kERS'LL BE GONE"*