8 Mile Battles Rabbit Vs Lickety Split, Rabbit Vs Lotto,Rabbit Vs Papa Doc Lyrics

Artist: Eminem

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First Battle

(Lickety Split)

Check this out

Check this out

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)

(Rabbit/Eminem)

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 wit me

spittin this shit

Wickedy Lickety shot

Spicious spickety split Lickety

So I'ma turn around wit a great smile

And walk my white ass back across 8 Mile

(Crowd

cheers)

(2nd Battle)

(Lotto)

We rollin

muthafuckaz

What's goin on baby?

Yo it's

time to get rid of this coward right here once and for all

Sick of this muthafucka

(Rip it Lotto, rip it baby rip

it, yeah)

Check this shit out

Huhhh huhhh

I'll spit a racial slur honkey sue me

This shit is a horror flick

But a black guy doesn't die in this movie

Fuckin wit Lotto dog you gotta be kiddin

That makes me believe,

you really don't have an interest in livin

You think these niggas gone feel the shit you say?

I got a better chance joinin the KKK

On 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 ya leader

I feel bad that I gotta murder that dude from Leave

It To Beaver

I used to like that show

Noe you got me

in fightback mode

But oh well if ya gotta go then ya 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

won't forget my ass

And alls well that ends ok

So I'll end this shit

Wit a fuck you, but, have a nice day

(Crowd cheers)

(Rabbit/Eminem)

Ward

I think you were a little hard on the Beaver

So was Eddie

Haskal

Wally and Ms. Cleaver

This guy keeps screamin,

he's paranoid

Quick, someone get his ass another

steroid!

Blabbedy bloom blah, blum blabbedy bloom blah

I ain't hear a word you said, hibitit hoopla!

Is that a tanktop or a new bra?

Look, Snoop Dogg, just got a

fuckin boob job

Did you listen to the last round

meathead?

Pay attention, ya sayin the same shit that he

said (I'ma fuck you up)

Matta fact dog, here's a pencil

Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful

And don't come back until somethin dope hits you

Fuck it

You can take the Mic home wich you

Lookin like a cyclone hit you

Tanktop screamin, "Lotto I

don't fit you"

You see how far them white jokes get

you

Boys like, how Vanilla Ice gone diss you?

My motto:

Fuck Lotto

I get the 7 digits from ya mother

for a dollar tomorrow

(3rd Battle)

(Rabbit/Eminem)

Now everybody from the 3-1-3

Put ya

muthafuckin hands up and follow me

Everybody from the

3-1-3

Put ya muthafuckin hands up

Look look

Now while he stands tough

Notice that this man did not

have his hands up

This Free World's got ya gased up

Now who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf

1, 2, 3 and to the 4

1pac, 2pac, 3pac, 4

4pac, 3pac, 2pac's,1

Your Pac, he's Pac, No Pac's, None

This guy aint no muthafuckin MC

I know everything he's got

to say against me

I am white

I am a fuckin bum

I do live in the trailer wit my mom

My boy future is an Uncle Tom

I do got a dumb friend n
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