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lirik lagu freddie foxxx - bumpy knuckles baby

feel me, i bet you’ve never seen a n-gg- that get raw like me
gun in your face, put n-gg-s on the floor like me
who go to war like me? flip a wh-r- like me?
put the squeeze on rap compet-tors like me
get less and make more like me
hunt a n-gg- down like the predator like me
keep the macs in the drawer like me
how many n-gg-s really raw to the motherf-cking hardcore like me?
it’s b-mpy knuckles baby, i got lyrical styles forever
my endevor is to smash you punk motherf-ckers
i do it to young n-gg-s, old n-gg-s, rock n-gg-s, soul n-gg-s
scared n-gg-s, bold n-gg-s, since ’89 i told n-gg-s
i’m still ripping with this timeless sh-t
while you n-gg-s spit that offbeat rhyming sh-t
my life is full of hard times and sh-t
so all i rhyme about is whooping n-gg-s -sses and crime and sh-t

who got the hardest mc style ever created?
(b-mpy knuckles baby! b-mpy knuckles baby!)
who got celebrity status and it’s still underrated?
(b-mpy knuckles baby! b-mpy knuckles baby!)
who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated?
(b-mpy knuckles baby! b-mpy knuckles baby!)
and i blow a n-gg- chest out to keep me motivated
(b-mpy knuckles baby! b-mpy knuckles baby!)

i spit the murder one verse that’s for the thugs that be thuggin’
freddie foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging
i get it everywhere that i go, thug loving
cause it’s fatter than star jones and rosie huggins
i’ve been lyrically inclined since i thought about a rhyme
plus i knew the only thing i couldn’t kill was time
so i started a long ten-year climb doing mine
while them fake n-gg-s stay in a rush to stay behind
b-m bit, i spit the flames til the mic’s set afire
i’m a fighter not a crier, don’t care who you hire
kill your street team, burn your flyers
n-gg-s need jacoby & meyers for being liers, now feel me
calling major labels, tell ’em b-mpy knuckles is in town
tell ’em don’t send no rappers out or i’m a bust ’em down
it’s the king of the underground sound, get ready for the industry shakedown
yo pete, break it down

yo get the f-ck up out my face, b, i’m an mc
not some fake–ss rapper kissing -ss at the gavin
asking how can he be down, i make impact
like the four-pound slug ripping through a n-gg- cap
i guarantee that, now here’s a fact
n-gg-s ain’t selling records, let alone a key of crack
you stare at me too long, b, your ice grill will melt down to water
and i check you like i check my daughter
now turn it up, it’s the pit amongst mutts, huh, i’m off the chain
off the pen or off the brain, i bring it to you n-gg-s
like i’m f-cking insane, huh, you heard it pop
now you snitching like colin fergueson at comstock
you ain’t a thug, b, i’m rougher than rugby
the real n-gg-s tolerate you, but the thugs love me
b-tches in every city want to hug me
a n-gg- would rather shoot his f-cking self before he ever slug me

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