[Lyckety This guy's a choke artist, ya a bad one Your better off yourself with Papa Doc's handgun Climbing up mountain your weak I'll you lost without a paddle, floating shit's creek You Detroit, I'm the D You're the new kid on the Bout to get back to the boondocks Fucking Nazi, crowd ain't your type Take some advice and form a group with Vanilla Ice And what I you, you better use it This guy's a hillbilly, this ain't Willie Nelson Trailer trash, I'll you to your last breath And have you looking Cheddar Bob when he shot himself Silly Rabbit, I why they call you that Cause you follow Future like you got up his ass crack And when you up that's when you got jacked up And left stupid like Tina Turner she got smacked up I'll your shoulder blade You'll get dropped so hard Elvis will start in his grave I know why they let you out in the dark You need to take your ass back across 8 Mile To the trailer
This guy raps like his parents him He like Erick Sermon, the generic version This whole crowd suspicious It's all in here, except for these bitches So I'm a German, Eh That's ok, you like a fuckin' worm with braids These Leaders of the Free rookies Lookie, how can 6 be pussies Talking bout shits Bitch, you could be up creek with paddles this deep still gonna sink, you're a disgrace Yeah, call me Rabbit this is a turtle race He can't get with me spitting this lickety shot Suspicious spickety split So I'm gonna turn with a great smile And my white ass back across 8 Mile