[Lyckety This guy's a artist, ya catch a bad one Your better off yourself with Papa Doc's handgun Climbing up this your weak I'll leave you lost without a paddle, shit's creek You Detroit, I'm the D You're the new kid on the to get smacked back to the boondocks Fucking Nazi, this crowd ain't type Take some real and form a group with Vanilla Ice And what I you, you better use it This guy's a hillbilly, this Willie Nelson music Trailer trash, I'll choke you to last breath And have you foolish Like Cheddar Bob when he himself Silly Rabbit, I know why they call you Cause you Future like you got carrots up his ass crack And when you acting up that's you got jacked up And left like Tina Turner when she got smacked up I'll crack your shoulder You'll get dropped so hard will start turning in his grave I know why they let you out in the dark You to take your white ass back across 8 Mile To the park
This guy like his parents jerked him He sounds like Erick Sermon, the version This crowd looks 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 World rookies Lookie, how can 6 be pussies Talking bout shits Bitch, you could be up piss creek with paddles deep You're gonna sink, you're a disgrace Yeah, they call me this is a turtle race He can't get me spitting this shit Wickedly shot Suspicious spickety split So I'm turn around with a great smile And walk my white ass back 8 Mile