1 Battle: LICKETY SPLIT: This guy's a choke artist Ya catch a bad one Your better off shootin yourself With Papa Doc's handgun Climbin up this mountain your weak Ill leave you lost without a paddle Floatin shits creek You ain't Detroit, Im the D Your the new kid on the block Bout to get smacked back to the boonedocks Fuckin Nazi, this crowd ain't your type Take some real advice and form a group with Vanilla Ice And what I tell you, you better use it This guy's a hillbilly, this ain't Willie Nelson music Trailor trash, Ill choke you to your last breath And have you lookin foolish Like Cheddar Bob when he shot himself Silly Rabbit, I know why they call you that Cause you follow Future like you got carrots up his asscrack And when you actin up thats when you got jacked up And left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up Ill crack your shoulder blade Youll get dropped so hard Elvis will start turnin in his grave I dont know why they let you out in the dark You need to take your white ass back across 8 mile To the trailor park B RABBIT: This guy raps like his parents jerkin He sounds like Eric Sermon, the generic version This whole crowd looks suspicious Its all dudes in here, except for these bitches So Im a German, Eh Thats ok, you look like a fuckin worm with braids These Leaders of the Free World rookies Lookie, how can 6 dicks be pussies Talkin bout shits creek Bitch, you could be up piss creek With paddles this deep Your still gonna sink Your a disgrace Yeah, they call me Rabbit This is a turtle race He can't get with me spittin this shit Wickedly lickety shot Spickety spickety split lickety So im gonna Turn around with a great smile And walk my white ass back across 8 Mile 2 Battle: LOTTO: Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward once and for all. I'm sick of the motha fucka! Check this shit out! I'll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me! This shit is a horror flick, but the black guy doesn't die in this movie! You mess wit Lotto, dawg, you gotta be kiddin! That makes me believe you really dont have a interest in livin! You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say? I got a betta chance joining the KKK. Or some real shit, though, I like you That's why I didn't wanna have to be the one you commit sucide to Fuck 'Lotto,' call me your leader I feel bad I gotta murder that dude from "Leave It To Beaver" I used to like that show, now you got me to "fight back" mode But oh well, if you gotta go, then you gotta go! I hate to do this, I would love for this shit to last So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass And all's well that ends well, ok? So I'll end this shit wit a "FUCK you, but have a nice day B RABBIT: Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver So was Eddie Haskal, Wally, and Ms. Cleaver This guy keeps screamin', he's paranoid! Quick, someone get his ass another steriod! "Blahbity bloo blah blah blah blahbity bloo blah!" I didn't hear a word you said, "hipidy hoo blah!" Is that a tank top, or a new bra? Look, Snoop Dogg just got a fuckin' boob job! Didn't you listen to the last round, meathead? Pay attention, you're sayin the same shit that he said! Matter fact, dawg, here's a pencil Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful, And don't come back until something dope hits you Fuck it! You can take the mic home wit you! Lookin' like a cyclone hit you, Tank top screamin', "Lotto, I don't fit you!" You see how far those white jokes get you Boy's like "How Vanilla Ice gon' diss you?" My motto: Fuck Lotto! I get the 7 digïts from your motha for a dolla tomorrow
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