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 bitchs   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   Ho, 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!