Brooke Hogan - Patch up the pieces

Aha...Pete Rock..aha..Pete rock Hail..!It's Bumpy Knuckles Baby..HAAha(Verse 1: Freddie Foxxx)I'm from a world where a man of my complexion makes no lawsand we struggle like madmen hustling forthtop position my hip-hop style crosses every bounderynow who sound like me?while like I'm Bumpy Knuck Bill Freddie Medicinsmacking up fake ass rappers that's soft like the hansons I've been ripping six fingers you was dancingwhen niggers had high top fame and kid and played I was pimp somemove back bumpy's got this groove backwait I must correct myself B cause bumpy never loose that Pete Rock blesses me with beats like that Halloween treatsand I spit it for this ragged ass streetsso it talked too cold how am I presentedbetter than me I'm God-sent cause how you'll keep the god bent I'm a hip-hop creator blacker than Darth Vader I'll be Bumpy Knuckles now I'll be Bumpy Knuckles later Come On!(Chorus)It's the international illest MCBumpy Knuckles baby and the Muro MCwith Pete Rock chopping the beats cross the fatafrom New York to Japan Hip-Hop creators*scratch* Dunn these niggers thought they started something wild (Nas)*scratch* I spit shit *scratch*freddie foxxx, check it out(Guru)*scratch*(Verse 2: Muro)(Chorus)(Verse 3: Freddie Foxxx)Feel it I smile like the truth, I smile like the youthwhen this song come out hot, I smile in the woof I smile as a mack that flashes and gone truthand I smile when the profs getting head on the roofniggers that know my styloknow that I be lowsell obscene that's how I creep the creamknow what I mean?I've been in the game for (?)And Japan count me in like the American dream(Muro)(Chorus)