[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 shits creek    You ain't Detroit, Im the D  Your the 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 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 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  Its all dudes in here, except for these bitches  So Im a German, Eh  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 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    He can't get with me spittin this shit  Wickedly lickety shot  Spickety spickety split lickety  So Im gonna turn around with a great smile  And walk my white ass back across 8 mile!