B-Rabbit vs Free world - Battle (freestyle, all rounds) | Текст песни

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• B-Rabbit vs Free world
• Battle (freestyle, all rounds)

1st battle vs Lickety Split:
[B-Rabbit]
This guy raps like his parents jerkin
He sounds like Erick 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
Spick spickety split lickety
So Im gonna turn around with a great smile
And walk my white ass back across 8 mile

2nd battle vs Lotto:
[B Rabbit]
Ward, I Think you were a little hard on the beaver
so was Eddie Hasko, 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 dogg heres a pencil
go home write some stuff make it suspensful
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 dont fit you
you look how far these 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)

3th battle vs Papa Doc:
[B-Rabbit]
Now everybody from the 313 put your motha fuckin' hands up and follow me
Now everybody from the 313 put your motha fuckin' hands up
Look look

Now while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
The Free World's got you gassed 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 pac, none

This guy ain't no motha 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 his leg with his own gun
I did get jumped by all six of you chumps
And Wink did fuck my girl
I'm still standing 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 Cranbrook
Thats a private school
What's the matter dog?
You embarrassed?
This guy's a gangster?
His real names' Clarence
And Clarence lives at home with both parents
And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage

This guy dont wanna battle hes shook
'Cause there ain't no such thing as halfway crooks
He's scared to death
He's scared to look at his fuckin year book
Fuck Cranbrook

Fuck a beat I'll go a capella
Fuck Papa Doc
Fuck a clock
Fuck a trailer
Fuck everybody
Fuck ya'll if you doubt me
I'm a piece of fuckin' white trash I say it proudly
And fuck this battle I don't wanna win, I'm outtie
Here, tell these people somethin' they don't know about me

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