Last Battle Lyrics

[lickety Split]

This Guy's A Choke Artist
Ya Catch A Bad One
Your Better Off Shootin Yourself
With Papa Doc's Handgun
Climbin Up This Mountain Your Weak
Ill Leave You Lost Without A Paddle
Floatin s___s Creek

You Ain't Detroit, Im The D
Your The New Kid On The Block
Bout To Get Smacked Back To The Boonedocks
f___in n___, 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 a__crack
And When You Actin Up Thats When You Got Jacked Up
And Left Stupid Like Tina Turner When She Got Smacked Up

Ill Crack Your Shoulder Blade
Youll Get Dropped So Hard
Elvis Will Start Turnin In His Grave
I Dont Know Why They Let You Out In The Dark
You Need To Take Your White a__ 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
Its All Dudes In Here, Except For These b____es
So Im A German, Eh
Thats Ok, You Look Like A f___in Worm With Braids
These Leaders Of The Free World Rookies
Lookie, How Can 6 d___s Be p____es

Talkin Bout s___s Creek
b____, You Could Be Up p___ Creek
With Paddles This Deep
Your Still Gonna Sink
Your A Disgrace
Yeah, They Call Me Rabbit
This Is A Turtle Race

He Can't Get With Me Spittin This s___
Wickedly Lickety Shot
Spickety Spickety Split Lickety
So Im Gonna Turn Around With A Great Smile
And Walk My White a__ Back Across 8 Mile!

[lotto]
[spoken]
Yo, It's Time To Get Rid Of This Coward Once And For All.
I'm Sick Of The Motha f___a! Check This s___ Out!
[rap]
I'll Spit A Racial Slur, Honky, Sue Me!
This s___ Is A Horror Flick,
But The Black Guy Doesn't Die In This Movie!
f___in' Wit Lotto, Dawg, You Gotta Be Kiddin!
That Makes Me Believe You Really Dont Have A Interest In Livin!
You Think These n____s Gonna Feel The s___ You Say?
I Got A Betta Chance Joining The Kkk.
Or Some Real s___, Though, I Like You
That's Why I Didn't Wanna Have To Be The One You Commit Sucide To
f___ 'lotto,' Call Me Your Leader
I Feel Bad I Gotta Murder That Dude From "leave It To Beaver"
I Used To Like That Show, Now You Got Me To "fight Back" Mode
But Oh Well, If You Gotta Go, Then You Gotta Go!
I Hate To Do This, I Would Love For This s___ To Last
So I'll Take Pictures Of My Rear End So You Won't Forget My a__
And All's Well That Ends Well, Ok?
So I'll End This s___ Wit A "f___ You, But Have A Nice Day!"

[rabbit]
Ward, I Think You Were A Little Hard On The Beaver
So Was Eddie Haskal, Wally, And Ms. Cleaver
This Guy Keeps Screamin', He's Paranoid!
Quick, Someone Get His a__ Another Steriod!
"blahbity Bloo Blah Blah Blahbity Bloo Blah!"
I Ain't Hear A Word You Said, "hipidy Hooblah!"
Is That A Tank Top, Or A New Bra?
Look, Snoop Dogg Just Got A f___in' b___ Job!
Didn't You Listen To The Last Round, Meat Head?
Pay Attention, You're Sayin The Same s___ That He Said!
Matter Fact, Dog, Here's A Pencil
Go Home, Write Some s___, Make It Suspenseful,
And Don't Come Back Until Something Dope Hits You
f___ It! You Can Take The Mike Home With You!
Lookin' Like A Cyclone Hit You,
Tank Top Screamin', "lotto, I Don't Fit You!"
You See How Far Those White Jokes Get You
Boy's Like "how Vanilla Ice Gonna Diss You?"
My Motto: f___ Lotto!
I Get The 7 Digits From Your Mother For A Dolla Tomorrow!

[rabbit]
Now Everybody From The 313
Put Your Mothefucking Hands Up And Follow Me
Everybody From The 313
Put Your Mothefucking Hands Up
Look Look

Now While He Stands Tough
Notice That This Man Did Not Have His Hands Up
This Free World Got You Gased Up
Now Who's Afraid Of The Big Bad Wolf

1, 2, 3 And To The 4
1 Pac , 2 Pac, 3 Pac, 4
4 Pac, 3 Pac, 2 Pac, 1
You're Pac, He's Pac, No Pacs, None

This Guy Aint No Mother-f___in Mc,
I Know Everything He's Got To Say Against Me,
I Am White, I Am A f___in b__, I Do Live In A Trailer With My Mom,
My Boy Future Is An Uncle Tom.
I Do Got A Dumb Friend Named Cheddar Bob Who Shoots
Himself In The Leg With His Own Gun,
I Did Get Jumped By All 6 Of You Chumps
And Wink Did f___ My Girl,
I'm Still Standin Here Screamin "f___ The Free World!"
Don't Ever Try To Judge Me Dude
You Don't Know What The f___ I've Been Through

But I Know Something About You
You Went To Cranbrook, That's A Private School
What's The Matter Dawg? You Embarrased?
This Guy's A Gangster, He's Real Name's Clarence

And Clarence Lives At Home With Both Parents
And Clarence's Parents Have A Real Good Marriage
This Guy Don't Wanna Battle, He's Shook
'cause There No Such Things As Half-way Crooks
He's Scared To Death
He's Scared To Look In His f___in Yearbook, f___ Cranbrook

f___ The Beat, I Go Acapella
f___ A Papa Doc, f___ A Clock, f___ A Trailer, f___ Everybody
f___ Y'all If You Doubt Me
I'm A Piece Of f___ing White Trash, I Say It Proudly
And f___ This Battle, I Don't Wanna Win, I'm Outty,
Here, Tell These People Something They Dont Know About Me.