Aww, you done did it now.
Chaos you shoulda put this one in the vault man!.
They not ready - they don't know what's comin man!.
Oh we gonna drop this on 'em right here.
Y'all ain't ready for this, Y'ALL AIN'T READY FOR NONE OF THIS!.
Your boy's a bad man, and we invadin the streets.
Make unclever rappers scurred, they be droppin the heat.
Shocked the world, now I'm standin alone.
I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones.
You can't help but nod your head to the track.
F***k the watered down rap, we be takin it back.
Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it.
Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it.
Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to fold.
This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold.
We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker.
Breakin up your sound like a drive-through speaker.
Everything that I be spittin is strong.
After I rock, fast forward through the rest of the song.
We the monkeywrench, that's gonna ruin your plan.
And don't f***k with John Cena - I'm a BAD, BAD MAN.
[Chorus 2X: Bumpy Knuckles].
With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man.
Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man.
Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man.
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man.
We devils - rockin ambient levels.
We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals.
And cats got one-liners, I drop several.
And I think it's funny you choose, losin progress.
or runnin in place; we makin moves, and y'all settle.
I rip rappers and take responsibility.
for makin future hall-of-famers look third rate.
Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first date.
and ride beats, creep through side streets.
Looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leak.
Punchlines - man, don't even beg.
I got knee-slappin tracks, y'all brusin your leg.
You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a joke.
You ain't worthy of bein my secretary man that's a quote.
I flood tracks like cracks in boats.
And p***y rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat.
[Bumpy Knuckles a. k. a. Freddie Foxxx].
TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and feed me I'm a beast.
MC's and they beats is what I eat, 16 I'll leave you in the street.
My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet.
It's spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head.
Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion.
is f***kin with your chosen flows, I'm nice with mics.
My hands'll break your nose like Mikey Tyson.
Fightin in his prime, one rhyme.
And I shake up the room one time, BOOM! To the jaw.
Your face is a coat type raw.
And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor.
My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor.
I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem.
I solve you, 357 long nose revolve you.
Acid in your face, bad look, dissolve you.
I'm a bad, bad man.
Yeah, check it out.
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby.
And I want you to say hello to the BAD, BAD, MAN - C'MON!.