STOCK_ - Freddie Foxxx

Yeah, uh-huh, you ready?

Its bumpy knuckles baby, we tear this motha*****er down!

Welcome to the underground where hardcore niggas are found

Were beatin niggas down, make you world-reknown

Where street beef set off once, never forgiven

Where real niggas never give up, we fugitivin

Thats how we be livin, where niggas vibe on the raw sh*t

Come out, your face *****ed up and get your jaw split

Ni**a, we pick your teeth up and put em on a string like bones

And send your punk a** home alone

I got stock in this microphone you innuendos

I get you beat the ***** up and played like nintendo

Maybe smoke like the hydro endo, you niggas is hookers

I hit you wit the four pound tuckers

Have you ever seen a rap stampede?

Well bring em underground, and Ill 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 niggas dime, I use my own chalk

So watch what the ***** you say and what you do

For real, niggas bring it to you and your whole crew

Bring in baby, you ready?

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 mcs, I study your rhymes

And I noticed that you niggas is just wastin time

I dont take it to wack niggas, they self-destruct

I take it to nice niggas and ***** 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 motha*****ers payin me mine

Wassup, watch me snatch a hundred grand on you niggas

No tax while you loudmouth braggin-a** niggas fake jacks

Yeah Im nice wit my motha*****in 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

Its bumpy knuckles and raw niggas incorporated

The real niggas love it, the fake niggas hate it

You motha*****ers ready for this? check it out

Chorus 2x

I go one two three four five, I make it live

Simple-a** sh*t like that be soundin wack

But when I spit the lyrical terror that makes niggas hide they jewels

Wild niggas start *****in 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, niggas aint wit it

Some niggas wanna try my style but cant fit it

I be hearin niggas that sound like me

But aint never ever really put it down like me

Plus them niggas aint really underground like me

Street reputation, love town-to-town like me

You *****-a** motha*****ers I squared off in the mainstream

World, actin like a motha*****in girls

I wet you like a jheri curl and youll explode like uranium

The only thing youll have to fall back on is your cranium

You soft niggas could never be iller

Than the holemaker, holefiller

Bumpy knucks keep it realer, the bloodspiller

Dont ***** wit a motha*****in killer, turn it up!

Chorus 2x

*on second time, last line is then all you motha*****ersll be gone*