Lyckety Splyt
This guy's a choke artist
Ya' catch a bad one
You're better off shootin' yourself
With Papa Doc's handgun
Climbin' up this mountain, ya' weak
I'll leave you lost without a paddle
Floatin' shits creek

You ain't Detroit, I'm the D
You da new kid on the block
Bout to get smacked back to the boonedocks
Fuckin Nazi, this crowd ain't your type
Take some real advice and form a
group with Vanilla Ice
And what I tell you, you better use it
This guy's a hillbilly, this
ain't Willie Nelson music

Trailor trash, Ill choke you to your last breath
And have you lookin foolish
Like Cheddar Bob when he shot himself
Silly Rabbit, I know why they call you that
Cause you follow Future like you got
carrots up his asscrack
And when you actin up that's when you got jacked up
And left stupid like Tina Turner
when she got smacked up

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you'll get dropped so hard
Elvis will start turnin in his grave,
I don't know why they let you out in the dark,
You need to take your white ass back across 8 mile
To the trailor park

Rabbit

This guy raps like his parents jerked him,
He sounds like Eric Sermon, the generic version,
This whole crowd looks suspicious,
It's all dudes in here, except for these bitches,
So i'm a German ay?
that's ok, you look like a fuckin' worm with braids,
Leaders of the Free World rookies,
Lookie, how can 6 dicks be pussies,

Talkin bout shits creek,
Bitch, you could be up piss creek,
With paddles this deep,
Your still gonna sink,
Your a disgrace,
Yeah, they call me Rabbit,
This is a turtle race,
You can't get wit' me, spittin' this shit,
Wickedy lickety shot, suspicka-spickety split lyckety,
So I'm gonna turn around with a great smile,
And walk my white ass back across 8 mile!