8 mille batalla 1 Lyrics

[Lyckity Splyt]
This guy's a choke artist
You catch a bad 1,
Your better off shooting yourself with poppa doc's hand gun.
Climbing up this mountain, your weak,
I leave you lost without a paddle.
Floatin up s___s creek.
You ain't Detroit. I'm the D.
Your the new kid on the block
about to get smacked to the boondocks.
f___ing n___ your squad ain't your type,
take some real advice
and form a group with Vanilla Ice.
And wut I tell you, you better use it.
This guys a hillbilly this ain't Willie Nelson music.
Trailor trash, I'll choke you to your last breath
and have you look foolish like cheddar bob when he shot himself.
Silly rabbit, I know why they call you that ...
cuz you follow future like he got carrotz up his a__ crack.
And when you acted up
thats when you got jacked up
and act stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up.
I crack your shoulder blade
you'll get dropped so hard that Elvis'll start turning in his grave.
Now I know why they left you out in the dark.
You need to take your white a__
back across 8 mile to the trailor park.

[B Rabbit]
This guy raps like his parents jerked em.
He sounds like Erick Sermon ... the generic version.
This whole crowd looks suspicious
it's all dudes in here except for these b____es.
So i'm a german eh?
Thats ok you look like a f___ing worm with braids.
These leadaz of the freeworld rookies.
Lookie, how could 6 d___s be p____es?
Talking about s___s creek b____,
you could be up p___ creek with paddles.
This deep. Your still gonna sink, your a discrace,
ya they call me rabbit this is a turtle race.
He can't get with me spittin this s___ wickedly
lyckety-shot a spika-a-spicketly split lyckety.
I'm gonna turn around with a great smile
and walk my white a__ back across 8 mile.