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 s***s creek
You ain't Detroit, I'm 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 that's 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 don't 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 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
Talkin bout s***s 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 I'm gonna turn around with a great smile
And walk my white ass back across 8 mile
[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 s***s creek You ain't Detroit, I'm 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 that's 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 don't 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 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 Talkin bout s***s 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 I'm gonna turn around with a great smile And walk my white ass back across 8 mile Explain Request ×
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