1. 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
2. {lotto}
I'll spit a racial slur honkie sew me this shit is a Horror flick but a black guy doesn't die in this movie i'll do it the lotto style you gotta be kiddin that makes me believe you really dont have an intrest to live in you think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say
I got a better chance joining the kkk for some real shit though i like you thats why i didn't want to be the one you commit suciside to fuck lotto call me your leader
I feel bad that i gota murder that dude from leave it to beaver i used to like that show now you got me in fight backmode 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 wont forget my ass and alls well that ends ok so i'll end this shit with a fuck you and have a nice day
{B Rabbit} Word, I Think you were a little hard on the beaver so was eddie haskle, wallie, and ms. cleaver This Guy keeps screaming he's paranoid quick someone get his ass another steroid
Rob bidi bli blob de rob bidi blo blob 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 shit make it suspensful and don't come back untill 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 say 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
3. 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.