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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
[Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles]
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
[John Cena]
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
[Tha Trademarc]
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 RandB, 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?
[Chorus]
Jajajaja ...
Todos saben el representante, sí, escuchar
Mi nombre es Bumpy Knuckles, escribo esa llama puta
Y matar por el precio correcto Tengo un nombre buckin
Mi calibre cuarenta demasiado fresco, atascado en el objetivo
Rodamos como 18 ruedas en el juego truckin
Soy agradable con mics no hay nada más que me gusta
que paralizar su lado izquierdo y te dejan bien
Me layin frente de su cuna con Tec-y toda la noche
Tratando de obtener los 9 milímetros cargada a cal y canto, escuchar
Soy como un Cadillac, escribo un rap batalla
tan suave concurso va a estar fuera de ese
Todos saben que la carne esté stewin, que vino a arruinar Bumpy
Es posible que se firmó, pero no sabe qué coño haces
Hago aight caliente, hago droga cruda
Y enviar más alto que un Colt largo cuatro-cuatro
Usted sabe que el proxeneta rap único que impidió que un pobre ho
Y SLAM un tonto en la espalda y romper todo el piso
[Estribillo: Bumpy Knuckles]
A sí sí y'all, y que no se detenga
Seguimos, una vez que los policías se han ido
Esto es real escupir calle que mejor se advirtió
Dígale a su favorito el micrófono MC está en
A sí sí y'all, y que no se detenga
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Wwe
Know the rep
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
[Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles]
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
[John Cena]
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
[Tha Trademarc]
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 RandB, 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?
[Chorus]
Wwe
Conozca el representante
Conozca el representante
Jajajaja ...
Todos saben el representante, sí, escuchar
Mi nombre es Bumpy Knuckles, escribo esa llama puta
Y matar por el precio correcto Tengo un nombre buckin
Mi calibre cuarenta demasiado fresco, atascado en el objetivo
Rodamos como 18 ruedas en el juego truckin
Soy agradable con mics no hay nada más que me gusta
que paralizar su lado izquierdo y te dejan bien
Me layin frente de su cuna con Tec-y toda la noche
Tratando de obtener los 9 milímetros cargada a cal y canto, escuchar
Soy como un Cadillac, escribo un rap batalla
tan suave concurso va a estar fuera de ese
Todos saben que la carne esté stewin, que vino a arruinar Bumpy
Es posible que se firmó, pero no sabe qué coño haces
Hago aight caliente, hago droga cruda
Y enviar más alto que un Colt largo cuatro-cuatro
Usted sabe que el proxeneta rap único que impidió que un pobre ho
Y SLAM un tonto en la espalda y romper todo el piso
[Estribillo: Bumpy Knuckles]
A sí sí y'all, y que no se detenga
Seguimos, una vez que los policías se han ido
Esto es real escupir calle que mejor se advirtió
Dígale a su favorito el micrófono MC está en
A sí sí y'all, y que no se detenga
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
