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
[Rabbit]
This guy raps like his parents jerked him 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!
Lotto] Yo, I spit a racial slur. Honky, sue me. This shit is a Horror flick but the black guy doesn't die in this movie. Fucking with Lotto dawg you gotta be kiddin. That makes me believe you really don't have a interest in livin.
You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say? I got a better chance joinin the K.K.K. Know some real shit tho? I like you. That's why I didn't wanna be the one you commit suicide 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 in 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 is well that ends ok. So I'll end this shit with a ... fuck you but have a nice day!
[B-Rabbit] Ward I think you were a little hard on the Beaver. So was Eddie Haskel, Wally and Ms. Cleaver. This guy keeps screamin hes paranoid. Quick someone get his ass another steroid! Blah-de-bee-bee, blah blah blah-be-dee-, blooh-blah. I didn't hear a word you said ... hippity-hoo blah. Is that a tank top or a new bra? Look Snoop Dogg has got a fucking boob job! Didn't you listen to the last round meathead? Pay attention your saying the same shit that he said. Matter a fact dawg, here's a pencil. Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful and don't come back until somethin dope hits you. Fuck it, you could take the mic home with you. Lookin like a cyclone hit you. Tanktops screamin "Lotto I don't fit you!" You see how far them white jokes get you, boys like "hows Vanilla Ice gonna diss you?" My motto fuck Lotto. I'll get your seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow.
rabbit
Now everybody from the 313 Put your mothefucking hands and follow me Everybody from the 313 Put your mothefucking hands up Look Look
Now while he stands tough Notice that this man did not had his hands up This free world got you gased up Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf
1, 2, 3 and to the 4 1 pac, 2 pac, 3 pac, 4 4 pac, 3 pac, 2 pac, 1 You're pac, he's pac, no pacs, none
This guy aint no mother-fuckin Mc, I know everything he's got to say against me, I am white, I am a fuckin bum, I do live in a trailer with my mom, My boy Future is an Uncle Tom. I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob who shoots himself in the leg with his own gun, I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps And Wink did fuck my girl, I'm still standin here screamin "Fuck The Free World!" Don't ever try to judge me dude You don't know what the fuck I've been through
But I know something about you You went to Crankbook, that's a private school What's the matter dawg? You embarrased? This is guy's a gangster, he's real name's Clarence
And Clarence lives at home with both parents And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage This guy don't wanna battle, He's shook 'Cause there no such things as half-way crooks He's scared to death He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck Crankbook
Fuck the beat, I go acapella Fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody Fuck y'all if you doubt me I'm a piece of fucking white trash, I say it proudly And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outty, Here, tell this people something they dont know about me.
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