[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 leave you lost without a paddle, floating shit's creek You Detroit, I'm the D the new kid on the block Bout to get smacked to the boondocks Nazi, this crowd ain't your type Take some real advice and a group with Vanilla Ice And I tell you, you better use it This guy's a hillbilly, this ain't Nelson music Trailer trash, choke you to your last breath And have you foolish Like Cheddar Bob he shot himself Silly Rabbit, I know why call you that Cause you follow Future like you got carrots up his ass And when you acting up that's when you got up And left stupid like Tina when she got smacked up I'll your shoulder blade You'll get dropped so hard Elvis start turning in his grave I know why they let you out in the dark You need to take your white ass back 8 Mile To the trailer
This guy raps like his jerked him He sounds like Erick Sermon, the version This crowd looks suspicious It's all dudes in here, for these bitches So I'm a German, Eh That's ok, you look like a fuckin' worm braids These Leaders of the Free World Lookie, how can 6 be pussies Talking bout shits Bitch, you could be up piss creek with paddles this You're still sink, you're a disgrace Yeah, call me Rabbit this is a turtle race He can't get with me spitting shit lickety shot Suspicious spickety lickety So I'm gonna turn around with a smile And walk my white ass back across 8