Vengeance is mine against mine enemy
And I will rise against thee with the force of a
Thousand men
And in your fall, I will remind you of an industry
Designed to see me fail
There will be no shelter against my rage
I will approach you with no good intention
And reign down on you like hell fire and destroy you!
I destroy all you MCs till my mouth goes dry
Or either one of us die
I'm in this motherf*cker's head like B-R-A-I
N, I spit one, then spit again
Then I turn like a cobra and spit it at his friend
You n*ggas afraid of me, oh that's so gay to me
Shot a n*gga for shaking my hand too long, don't play with me
I make n*ggas wanna be hard and thugged out
Baggy pants and black (?) looking all bugged out
So let me tell you what a thug about
When I walk into a room it becomes Dog Day Afternoon
And n*ggas break the f*ck out
Bring ya rabbit's foot, I'll blow your luck out
I'll kill all you n*ggas and pull a navy hearse truck out
So save your wake ass verse for daytime talk TV
Cuz I'll return you and let you keep ya jewels and chalk BVs
My heart is dirty and skeevy
Man, I would see any one of you n*ggas
If I was Ray Charles or Stevie, ha!
(Can you, feel me?)
Can ya feel me, n*gga?!?
Can ya feel me, n*gga?!?
(Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux)
It's Bumpy Knux, n*gga what?
Come on!
(Can you, can you, hear me?)
Can you hear me motherf*cker?!?
I'm talking to you!
(Cuz I am in...side your head)
(?) uncontrollable and wild
And I stand like I stand with two fours in my hand
I bring back the running man
I hear voices in my head that say "Bumpy can't, damn"
So when I hear n*ggas say I can't do something, I get p*ssed off
Cause I'm Poke-man, digging your wrist off
Trying to find the main vein that turns your exist off
Real n*ggas waited for my flow
Like they waited for Mandela to show
So all these phony ass n*ggas out here know
Your faker than a n*gga fronting like his back got hurt
At a fender bender - I call her, send her
She'll flip ya, so them craze up in ya
She know you like it on your belly, got them gays up in ya
So I say: La Di Da Di, I'll shoot up your party
If you ain't heard by now, you'd better ask somebody
n*ggas trying to cut my throat, I'm still spitting from the neck
If you still disrespect, you'll still get the Tek
Come on! Get the f*ck off me, n*gga
(Can you, feel me?)
Can ya feel me, n*gga?!?
Can ya feel me, n*gga?!?
(Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux)
It's Bumpy Knux, n*gga what?
Come on!
(Can you, can you, hear me?)
Can you hear me motherf*cker?!?
I'm talking to you!
(Cuz I am in...side your head)
You ain't no motherf*ckin thug, you ain't shot nobody
I'm wild like n*ggas up north that ain't got nobody
I'll put the infrared on ya, leave your body all dotty
Or I'll 6 and 7 piece ya, leave ya forehead all knotty
You n*ggas can't spit on the tracks that I spit on
You n*ggas are scared of the type of n*ggas I sh*t on
You wanna ride my style? Get on
I'll take you through so many one sided singles
Ain't no more joints to sin on
These rap n*ggas are mi-dad (?) on
How do you n*ggas ride in the car with this n*gga
With that sh*t on?
I'm sick and tired of N.O.R.E. and his "What, What, What"
Write some rhymes, n*gga, or give this sh*t up up up
I'll beat you till your face is made ugly like Biz
If you ever open your mouth to ask me what a Memph Bleek is
This week is, Bumpy Week celebrated
And be glad that the bad kid from the neighborhood made it
The last album you dropped, kid, hate it
Man the only thing I'll do for your life, n*gga, is complicate it
So come at me with that sideways twisted talk
I'll put the 4 pound in your mouth, B, and lift your thoughts
I'm the wildest n*gga in New York
So n*gga shut your f*ckin mouth up when I talk
Come on, I make Reverend Run Reverend Walk
And kill female MCs like a chicken hawk
It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby, ha!
(Can you, feel me?)
Can ya feel me, n*gga?!?
Can ya feel me, n*gga?!?
(Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux)
It's Bumpy Knux, n*gga what?
Come on!
(Can you, can you, hear me?)
Can you hear me motherf*cker?!?
I'm talking to you!
(Cuz I am in...side your head)
(Can you, feel me?)
Can ya feel me, n*gga?!?
Can ya feel me, n*gga?!?
(Freddie Foxxx, Bumpy Knux)
It's Bumpy Knux, n*gga what?
Come on!
(Can you, can you, hear me?)
Can you hear me motherf*cker?!?
I'm talking to you!
(Cuz I am in...side your head)