[Freddie Foxxx]
Yeah, uh-huh, you ready?
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, we tear this mothafucker 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 shit
Come out, your face fucked 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 ass home alone
I got stock in this microphone you innuendos
I get you beat the fuck 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 fuck you say and what you do
For real, n***as bring it to you and your whole crew
Bring in baby, you ready?

[Hook]
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 FUCK 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 mothafuckers payin me mine
Wassup, watch me snatch a hundred grand on you n***as
No tax while you loudmouth braggin-ass n***as fake jacks
Yeah I'm nice wit my mothafuckin 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 mothafuckers ready for this? Check it out

Chorus 2x

I go one two three four five, I make it live
Simple-ass shit like that be soundin wack
But when I spit the lyrical terror that makes n***as hide they jewels
Wild n***as start cockin 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 bitch-ass mothafuckers I squared off in the mainstream
World, actin like a mothafuckin 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 fuck wit a mothafuckin killer, TURN IT UP!
Chorus 2x
*on second time, last line is "THEN ALL YOU MOTHAFUCKERS'LL BE GONE"*

[Outro]
Now check it out
All you motherfuckers better know, baby
It's Bumpy Knuckles, and I never die
If half you n***as was real as you say you was
We wouldn't have had no wars between the coasts
N***as is bitches
Cause when they did it to us, we never did it to them
So I do it to every motherfucking body, baby
The lone soldier, Bumpy Knuckles, motherfucker
Watch your back, n***a
Kill me