Ha, check it out!
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby,
also known as Freddie Foxxx
That's right, and I came to check
my niggas De La Soul
See y'all niggas don't really
wanna bust dat shit huh
Yaknahmsayin? So I'ma
show you niggas
The super- laser- gamma-
ultra- kil la- nigga special
You niggas ain't no killers
You motherfuckers ain't gonna
hurt nobody nigga
You better keep rhymin' nigga
'Fore I smack the shit outta
you, you little fuckin' sissy
You niggas ain't real; that's right
It's De La Soul baby,
and Bumpy motherfuckin' Knuckles baby
Alright, c'mon on!
Check my stats, entire, apparat'
Even from the days when I
had to roll strapped
Wonderin' if I gotta go back to that
Zest to rub records from rap
and kick facts
To tracks and stack, one ho got kayed
Yeah some got paid,
some waved in the fades
Fact of the matter my style
will never fade
Managin' to keep it all A- grade
So you can stay nourish
and flourish with the truth
Eno lie some niggas I know
If I need a mayday
Bust some fuckin niggas
tryin' to play me cra- zay
Causin' interruptions
to my big pay- day
Playin with them guns make
them fuckin' lea- ry
But if it's clear- ly
Merely and surely and, how it's gotta be
I got some thorough niggas
that's ridin' me
So witcha bullshit I'm not
buyin' it B
Don't come around thinkin'
you can try it with me
'Cause uh
You
This is where my people
headin' at
Innocent people are carryin' gats
Now what the fuck is all that?
Is it cause times is live like a wire
Gettin shock treated by the crossfire
Ha- siyah, burn bare well prepared
To make my decision for my livin'
I ain't the one Robin, I'm the one Given
Hip- hop driven, and willin' to die for it
When Scott LaRock died man
I cried and shit
Then some cats got rich callin'
a woman a bitch
But ain't no woman
like the one I got
And if you call her a bitch
well you might get-
And I know the feelings
is mutual
It's uncivilized and un suitable
Crips and Bloods are recruitable
You don't wanna bust dat
point,
huh?
You niggas get the motherfuckin' point,
huh?
That's right so while you niggas is sittin'
up in central booking
Crying like bitches, huh?
I'm in the motherfuckin'
holdin' block
Waitin for your sweet pussy
punk ass
And I'ma whoop the shit
out of you
For gettin' on a fuckin record,
actin like you a fuckin' killer
I'ma show you niggas what a motherfuckin' killer's all about,
huh?
You niggas ain't
no motherfucking gangsters
You don't wanna bust that
motherfuckin' shit, punk
I'll punch your whole chest
cavity out faggot
You ain't no real nigga, nigga
I'll smack the shit out of you
'Cause you ain't a fuckin live nigga
You sittin' in central booking,
cryin' like a bitch
Waitin for your father,
to come bail you out
And Freddie Foxxx don't
play that shit nigga
That's right,
Bumpy Knuckles motherfucker
And if you don't know,
now you motherfuckin' know
And yo De La, check it out,
it's your motherfuckin' man
And if anyone of them niggas get
sidewindin' with you nigga
Let me know,
and I will send them niggas hot ones
Like I'm a motherfuckin' Mexican,
feel me on that one huh?
'Cause them niggas know me nigga
Be lieve me nigga they
know me
The motherfuckin' troublemaker,
that's right
And De La Soul,
is rollin' with Bump' Knux' nigga
So what?! Tell me, what?!
De La Soul 
