know the rep

hahahaha. y'all know the rep

yeah

listen

my name is bumpy knuckles

i write that fuckin flame

and kill for the right price i got a buckin name

my forty caliber too fresh

stuck in aim

we roll like 18 wheelers in the truckin game

i'm nice with mics there's nothin more i like

than to paralyze your left side and leave you all right

i be layin front of your crib with tec-y all night

tryin to get them 9 millimeters loaded up tight

listen

i'm like a cadillac

i write a battle rap

so smooth contest you'll be out of that

y'all know the beef is stewin

that bumpy came to ruin

you may be signed but you don't know what the fuck you doin

i make aight hot

i make dope raw

and send you higher than a long colt four-four

you know the only rap pimp that kept a ho poor

and slam a fool on his back and break the whole floor

a yes yes y'all

and you don't stop

we keep on

once the cops are gone

this is real street spit you best be warned

tell your favorite mc the mic is on

a yes yes y'all

and you don't stop

we keep on

once the cops are gone

yeah

yeah

it's the j daddy

not hov' or jam master

my mic is correct

but y'all know the hands faster

see you bitch rappers i'm attackin the pile

y'all be cryin foul cause i'm hackin your style

i make sure you and your mans done

when i see y'all both drop

i'm the cat screamin and1

you see me on the team dog you know the game's over

stones on my wrist

and a chip on my shoulder

sixteens cashin in on another hot beat

go cop me a drop with the butterscotch seats

and we better not meet

if we do you gon' see a change

make sure you whole face gettin rearranged

we rollin up in the blacked out truck dog

it's freddie foxxx

now you deal with corrupt mob

it's gas on the fire

any time a track blaze

squad known to beef up the heat

just like the shaq trade

this my 9 to 5

this ain't no hobby cat

copycat killers bite styles

my rhyme piles is heavy

give me a beat

man i'll body that

spittin that heat street raps man they nod to that

what you smilin at? you r&b

man that's hardly rap

you lost the beat

man you bought a map

matter fact

here's my next rap

borrow that

been off the street too long

i want my corner back

you ain't a player

you a armchair quarterback

you ride the beat like side streets on a flat

don't play dumb

i know where you came from

you only seen slugs buddy after the rain come

keep it subtle

trademarc got you bitch

like babies suckin tits talkin 'bout mami let's cuddle

it's gon' be what it's gon' be

you duck down

a quiet cat with a violent rap

what now?