Feel me, I bet you've never seen a nigga that get raw like me  Gun in your face, put niggas on the floor like me  Who go to war like me? Flip a whore like me?  Put the squeeze on rap competitors like me  Get less and make more like me  Hunt a nigga down like the Predator like me  Keep the Macs in the drawer like me  How many niggas really raw to the motherfucking hardcore like me?  It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, I got lyrical styles forever  My endevor is to smash you punk motherfuckers  I do it to young niggas, old niggas, rock niggas, soul niggas  Scared niggas, bold niggas, since '89 I told niggas  I'm still ripping with this timeless shit  While you niggas spit that offbeat rhyming shit  My life is full of hard times and shit  So all I rhyme about is whooping niggas asses and crime and shit    Who got the hardest MC style ever created?  (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)  Who got celebrity status and it's still underrated?  (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)  Who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated?  (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)  And I blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated  (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)    I spit the murder one verse that's for the thugs that be thuggin'  Freddie Foxxx be busting nuff slugs at who be bugging  I get it everywhere that I go, thug loving  Cause it's fatter than Star Jones and Rosie Huggins  I've been lyrically inclined since I thought about a rhyme  Plus I knew the only thing I couldn't kill was time  So I started a long ten-year climb doing mine  While them fake niggas stay in a rush to stay behind  Bum bit, I spit the flames til the mic's set afire  I'm a fighter not a crier, don't care who you hire  Kill your street team, burn your flyers  Niggas need Jacoby & Meyers for being liers, now feel me  Calling major labels, tell 'em Bumpy Knuckles is in town  Tell 'em don't send no rappers out or I'm a bust 'em down  It's the king of the underground sound, get ready for the Industry Shakedown  Yo Pete, break it down    Who got the hardest MC style ever created?  (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)  Who got celebrity status and it's still underrated?  (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)  Who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated?  (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)  And I blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated  (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)    Yo get the fuck up out my face, B, I'm an MC  Not some fake-ass rapper kissing ass at the Gavin  Asking how can he be down, I make impact  Like the four-pound slug ripping through a nigga cap  I guarantee that, now here's a fact  Niggas ain't selling records, let alone a key of crack  You stare at me too long, B, your ice grill will melt down to water  And I check you like I check my daughter  Now turn it up, it's the pit amongst mutts, huh, I'm off the chain  Off the pen or off the brain, I bring it to you niggas  Like I'm fucking insane, huh, you heard it pop  Now you snitching like Colin Fergueson at Comstock  You ain't a thug, B, I'm rougher than rugby  The real niggas tolerate you, but the thugs love me  Bitches in every city want to hug me  A nigga would rather shoot his fucking self before he ever slug me    Who got the hardest MC style ever created?  (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)  Who got celebrity status and it's still underrated?  (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)  Who got them two hot nines that be black and nickle-plated?  (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)  And I blow a nigga chest out to keep me motivated  (Bumpy Knuckles baby! Bumpy Knuckles baby!)