(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 down 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

Youll get dropped so hard

Elvis will 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 jerked him

He sounds like Eric 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-a