Artista: Eminem
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(First Battle)
(Lickety Split)
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Yo, this guys a choke-artist
Ya catch a bad one
Ya better off shootin ya-self wit Popa Docs handgun
Climbin up this mountain, ya weak
I leave ya lost witout a paddle, floatin shits creek
You aint Detroit, Im the D
You tha new kid on the block, bout to get smacked back to the boone-docks
Fuckin Nazi, this crowd aint ya type
Take some real advice
And form a group with Vanilla Ice
And what I tell ya
Ya better use it
This guys a hillbilly this aint 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, thats when you got jacked up
And left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up
I crack ya shoulderblade
Youll get dropped so hard that Elvis will start turnin in his grave
I dont 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
Its all dudes in here
Except for these bitches
So Im a German ay?
Thats 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 shits 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 cant get wit me spittin this shit
Wickedy Lickety shot
Spicious spickety split Lickety
So Ima turn around wit a great smile
And walk my white ass back across 8 Mile
(Crowd cheers)

(2nd Battle)
(Lotto)
We rollin muthafuckaz
Whats goin on baby?
Yo its 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
Ill spit a racial slur honkey sue me
This shit is a horror flick
But a black guy doesnt die in this movie
Fuckin wit Lotto dog you gotta be kiddin
That makes me believe, you really dont 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
Thats why I didnt 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 Ill take pictures of my rear end so you wont forget my ass
And alls well that ends ok
So Ill 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, hes paranoid
Quick, someone get his ass another steroid!
Blabbedy bloom blah, blum blabbedy bloom blah
I aint 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 (Ima fuck you up)
Matta fact dog, heres a pencil
Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful
And dont 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 dont 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 Worlds got ya gased up
Now whos afraid of the Big Bad Wolf
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1pac, 2pac, 3pac, 4
4pac, 3pac, 2pacs, 1
Your Pac, hes Pac, No Pacs, None
This guy aint no muthafuckin MC
I know everything hes 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 named Cheddar Bob who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun
I did get jumped
By all 6 of you chumps
And Wink did fuck my girl
Im still standin here screamin fuck the Free World!
Dont ever try to judge me dude
Cuz you dont know what the fuck I been through
But I know somethin about you
You went to Cranbrook, thats a private school
Whats the matter dog you embarrassed?
This guys a gangster? His real names Clarence
And Clarence lives at home with both parents
And Clarence parents have a real good marriage
This guy dont wanna battle, hes shook
Cuz aint no such things as Half Way Crooks!
Hes scared to death
Hes scared to look
At his fuckin yearbook
Fuck Cranbook
Fuck a beat, I go acapella
Fuck a Popa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer fuck everybody
Fuck yall if you doubt me, Ima piece of fuckin white trash I say it proudly
And fuck this battle I dont wanna win, Im outtie
Here, tell these people somethin they dont know about me
(Crowd cheers)

(Papa Doc)
(Hands mic to Future...nothing comes to mind for Doc to say back at Rabbit.)