8 mile OST - Battle | Текст песни

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[Lyckety Splyt]
This guy's a choke artist, ya catch a bad one
Your better off shooting yourself with Papa Doc's handgun
Climbing up this mountain your 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
Spickety spickety split lickety
So I'm gonna turn around with a great smile
And walk my white ass back across 8 Mile

{lotto}
I'll spit a racial slur honky sue me,
This shit is a Horror flick, but a black guy doesn't die in this movie.
Messin' with Lotto dawg, you gotta be kiddin'
That makes me believe you really don't have an interest to livin'.
You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say,
I got a better chance joining the K.K.K.
For some real shit though I like you,
That's why I didn't want to be the one you commit suicide to.
Fuck lotto, call me your leader!
I feel bad that 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's well that ends ok,
So I'll end this shit with a: Fuck you and have a nice day!

{B Rabbit}
Ward, I think you were a little hard on the beaver.
So was Eddie Haskell, Wally, and Ms. Cleaver.
This guy keeps screaming, he's paranoid.
Quick, someone get his ass another steroid!
Blah badi boo blah bah badi bloo blah!
I ain't hear a word you said,
Hipidi hoo bla!
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, meat head?
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 with you.
Looking like a cyclone hit you.
Tank top screaming: Lotto, I don't fit you!
You see how far the white jokes get you.
Boy's like: How Vanilla Ice gonna diss you?
My motto: Fuck lotto!
I'll get the seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow! (ohhhhhhhhh)

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