[Lyckety This guy's a choke artist, ya a bad one Your better off shooting with Papa Doc's handgun Climbing up mountain 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 Fucking Nazi, this crowd ain't type Take some real advice and form a with Vanilla Ice And what I you, you better use it This guy's a hillbilly, this ain't Willie music Trailer trash, choke you to your last breath And you looking foolish Like Bob when he shot himself Silly Rabbit, I why they call you that Cause you follow like you got carrots up his ass crack And when you acting up that's when you got up And left stupid Tina Turner when she got smacked up I'll crack your blade You'll get dropped so hard Elvis start turning in his grave I don't know why they let you out in the You need to take white ass back across 8 Mile To the park
This guy raps like his jerked him He sounds like Erick Sermon, the generic This whole looks suspicious all dudes in here, except for these bitches So I'm a German, Eh That's ok, you look like a fuckin' worm braids These Leaders of the Free rookies Lookie, how can 6 be pussies Talking bout creek Bitch, you be up piss creek with paddles this deep You're still gonna sink, a disgrace Yeah, call me Rabbit this is a turtle race He can't get with me spitting shit Wickedly shot spickety split lickety So I'm gonna turn around a great smile And my white ass back across 8 Mile