(First Battle)

(Lickety Split)

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Yo, this guys a choke-artist

Ya catch a bad one

Ya better off shootin ya-self wit Popa Doc's handgun

Climbin up this mountain, ya weak

I leave ya lost witout a paddle, floatin shit's creek

You ain't Detroit, I'm the D

You tha new kid on the block, bout to get smacked back to the boone-docks

Fuckin Nazi, this crowd ain't ya type

Take some real advice

And form a group with Vanilla Ice

And what I tell ya

Ya better use it

This guy's a hillbilly this ain't Willie Nelson music

Trailer trash

I choke ya till ya last breath

And have ya lookin foolish like Cheddar Bob when he shot his-self

Silly Rabbit, I know why they call you that

Cuz you follow Future, like he got carrots up his asscrack

And when you act it up, that's when you got jacked up

And left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up

I crack ya shoulderblade

You'll get dropped so hard that Elvis will start turnin in his grave

I don't know why they left you out in the dark

Ya need to take your white ass back across 8 Mile to the trailer park

(Crowd Cheers)



(RabbitEminem)

This guy raps like his parents jerked him

He sounds like Eric Sermon

The generic version

This whole crowd looks suspicious

It's all dudes in here

Except for these bitches

So I'm a German ay?

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 shit's creek, bitch you can be a piss creek

Wit paddles this deep

Ya still gonna sink

Your a disgrace

Ya they call me Rabbit

This is a turtle race

He can't get