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