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[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
i'll smack you so hard
Elvis 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 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

Lotto:

Yo its time to get rid of this coward right here once and for all
Im sick of this mother fucker check this shit out
Hah hem yo

I'll spit a racial slur honkey, sue me
This shit is a horror flick but the black guy doesn’t die in this movie
Your doing lotto dogg you gotta be kidding
That makes me believe you really don’t have a interest in living
You think these nigga’s gonna feel with the shit you say?
I got a better chance joining the KKK
Off some real shit though I like you
That’s why I didn’t wanna have 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 got to go, you got to 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
All’s well that end’s ok
So I’ll end this shit with a fuck you but have a nice day

Ward, I think you were a little hard on the beaver
So was Eddie Haskell, Wally and Miss Cleaver
This guy keeps screaming he’s paranoid
Quick someone get his ass another steroid
Blah be do blah blah do be blu blah
I ain’t hear a word you say Hibbidy who blah
Is that a tanktop or a new bra?
Look snoop dogg just got a fuckin boob job
Didn't you listen to the last round meathead?
Pay attention your saying the same shit that he said
(I’m a fuck you up)
Matter of fact dogg 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
Lookin like a cyclone hit you
Tanktop screaming “Lotto I don’t fit you!”
You see how far them white jokes get you
Boy’s like “how vanilla ice gonna diss you?”
My motto fuck lotto
I’ll get the 7 digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow

Now everybody from the 3 one 3
Put your motherfucking hands up and follow me...
Everybody from the 3 one 3
Put your motherfucking hands up, look, look...
Now while he stands tough,
Notice that this man d

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