Man Destroy's Man
Bumpy Knuckles Lyrics

Ahhh you don' did it now.
Uh-oh, you messed up this time.

Chaos you should of put this one in the vault man.
This song is so good, it should have been kept secret.

They not ready
People are not prepared for what’s coming.

They don't know what's commin man
People are unaware of what's about to happen.

Oh we gonna drop this on them right here
We're about to release this amazing music to the world.

Ya'll ain't ready for dis!
People are not prepared for this incredible music.

Ya'll ain't ready for none of dis!
People are not ready for any of the awesome music we're about to release.

Your boy's a bad man
I am an incredibly talented musician.

And we invadin' the streets
Our music is going to be everywhere and take over the streets.

Make all 'em clapper-rappers scurred
Other musicians should be frightened of our skills.

They be droppin' the heat
Other musicians are intimidated and cannot produce music like ours.

Shocked the world now I'm standin' alone
People are astonished by my abilities, and I am confidently standing alone because I am better than everyone else.

I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones
I easily defeat other musicians like flipping a clamshell phone to close it.

You can't help but nod ya head to the track
My music is so good that it makes people nod their heads naturally to the rhythm.

Fuck the watered-down rap, we be takin' it back
We will reject weak and diluted rap music, and instead, create music that returns to its pure roots.

Give it to ya straight, ain't no chasin' it
I'm going to be completely honest and straightforward, so don't expect anything evasive or misleading.

Check ya self in the mirror, ain't no facin' it
When you look at yourself in the mirror, don't be surprised by the reality of your situation.

'Cause you...playin' the roll and you plannin' to fold
You are pretending to be a musician, but you will inevitably fail.

This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold
Our music is so good that it has the world captivated, and everyone is waiting for us to release it.

We all over the streets like ya favorite sneeker
Our music is so widespread and popular that it's like your go-to sneakers, always present and reliable.

Breakin' up ya sound like a drive-through speaker
Our music is so good that it's breaking up people's sounds waves like when you drive past a fast-food drive-thru speaker playing music too loudly.

Everything that I be spittin' is strong
All of my lyrics are solid and strong, and I never disappoint.

After I rock, fast-forward through the rest of the song
People want to skip the rest of the song after I perform because my part is so good that everything else pales in comparison.

We the monkey wrench, that's gonna ruin ya plan
We are the unexpected obstacle that will ruin your plans and prevent you from succeeding.

And don't fuck wit John Cena, I'm a bad, bad man
Do not mess with John Cena because he is a tough and formidable opponent.

With The Mic In My Hands I'm A Bad Man
I am a talented musician when I am holding the microphone.

Even in the fight Wit My Hands I'm A Bad Man
I am also a formidable competitor in physical fights.

Livin In The Streets all my life I'm A Bad Man
My hard life on the streets has made me tough and skilled, particularly in music and fighting.

We devils, rockin' ambient levels
We are incredibly skilled musicians that perform at a very high level.

We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals
We release our music into the world on top of great instrumentals.

When cats got one-liners, I drop several
Other musicians make one-line music, but I make music with several impressive lines.

And I think it's funny you choose
I find it amusing that you attempt to compete with me.

Who's in progress of runnin' in place
You are not progressing or improving at all.

We makin' rules and ya'll settle
We create the rules and other musicians have to settle for being inferior to us.

I rip rappers and take responsibility
When other musicians make bad music, I hold them accountable and publicly criticize them.

for makin' future hall of famers look third-rate
My music is so good that it makes other great musicians who are considered future hall of famers look bad in comparison.

Ya'll are lost for words like conversation on your worst first-date,
Other musicians are so bad at music-making that they are unable to come up with lyrics like being lost for words on a bad first date conversation.

And raw beats
We make real and authentic beats for our music.

Creep through side streets
Our beats are so good that they can creep through the side streets and still be heard.

Loose leaf notepads
We write our lyrics on loose leaf notepads to keep our creative thoughts flowing.

That's where rhymes leak
Our lyrics come naturally and easily to us, as if they're just leaking out of us and onto the notepads.

Punch-lines, man, don't even beg
We make incredibly sharp and hard-hitting punch-lines without even trying very hard.

I got knee-slapping tracks, ya'll cruisin' ya leg
Our music is so good that it makes people uncontrollably slap their knees and move with the rhythm.

You a rhyme-writer, buddy? Man, that's a joke
You are not an actual musician if all you write are rhymes. It's laughable to consider yourself one.

You ain't worthy of being my secretary, man that's a quote
You are not qualified or skilled enough to do even the most basic music-making tasks for me, hence, you're not even worthy to be my secretary.

I flood tracks like cracks in boats
I add incredible amounts of talent and great music to songs, like water flooding into cracks in boats.

And pussy rappers choked up, wit they own rhymes in they throat
Other weak and untalented musicians are unable to produce good music and fail miserably even with their own lyrics.

Turn up the microphone and feed me, I'm a beast
I am incredibly talented and skilled when performing with a microphone, just like an animal.

MCs and they beats is what I eat
I devour other musicians and their beats with my superior talent.

16, I leave you in the street
I can defeat other musicians in freestyle raps without even breaking a sweat.

My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet
My lyrics are incredibly impressive and well-crafted, even better than gangrene in both feet.

It's spreadin' up the leg and headin' for the head
My amazing lyrics are spreading like an infection and improving my entire body of work.

Your rhymes are whack, your style is proof that the brain corrosion
Your music is terrible, and proves that you have brain damage that affects your ability to produce good music.

Is fuckin' with ya chosen flows
Your brain damage is limiting and harming your music-making ability.

I'm nice with mics, my hands'll break ya nose
I am incredibly talented with microphones, and I can physically defeat you by breaking your nose with my hands.

Like Mikey Tyson, fightin' in his prime one rhyme
I am like Mike Tyson in his prime, delivering one knockout punch after another in my rhymes.

And I shake up the room one time, BOOM
My music is so powerful that it shakes the entire room with a single beat, BOOM.

To da jaw, your face is a cult-type, Where all the
My music is so powerful that it hits people in the jaw like a cult adherent who practices self-flagellation.

The blood is not bein' mixed, jelly on the floor
My music is so good that it creates a clear and unique reaction in people's bodies. The result? Separation of blood from the jelly-like substance and spilling on the floor.

My love is Compton bricks, belly on the floor
My passion and strength come from the toughness and resilience of Compton bricks, even making people fall on their bellies in awe.

I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem
I can easily defeat you and strip you of everything because you are too weak and insignificant to put up a fight.

I solve you, 3 57 long nose revolve you
I can easily resolve any issues between us with my powerful weapon, the 357 long nose revolver.

Acid in ya face, bad look, dissolve you
Even if I throw acid in your face, it's still a better look than the terrible music you produce.

I'm a bad, bad man
I am a very talented and tough musician and opponent.

Yeah
Yes, indeed.

Check it out
Pay attention.

It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby
I am Bumpy Knuckles, hear me roar.

And I want you to say hello to the bad, bad man
Please welcome me, the talented and tough man, with open arms.

Come on!
Let's do this!