[Lyckety Splyt]
This guy's a choke artist, ya catch a bad one
You're better off shooting yourself with Papa Doc's handgun
Climbing up this mountain you're weak
I'll leave you lost without a paddle, floating shit's creek
You ain't Detroit, I'm the D
You're the new kid on the block
Bout to get smacked back to the boondocks
Fucking 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
Trailer trash, I'll choke you to your last breath
And have you looking 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 ass crack
And when you acting up that's when you got jacked up
And left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up
I'll crack your shoulder blade
You'll get dropped so hard Elvis will start turning in his grave
I don't know why they let you out in the dark
You need to take your white ass back across 8 Mile
To the trailer park
[B-Rabbit]
This guy raps like his parents jerked him
He sounds like Erick Sermon, the generic version
This whole crowd looks suspicious
It's all dudes in here, except for these bitches
So I'm a German, eh?
That's ok, you look like a fuckin' worm with braids
These Leaders of the Free World rookies
Lookie, how can 6 dicks be pussies
Talking bout shits creek
Bitch, you could be up piss creek with paddles this deep
You're still gonna sink, you're a disgrace
Yeah, they call me Rabbit this is a turtle race
He can't get with me spitting this shit
Wickedly lickety shot
Suspicious spickety split lickety
So I'm gonna turn around with a great smile
And walk my white ass back across 8 Mile
