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Eminem
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Battle Rap
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
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!
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{lotto} I'll spit a racial slur honky sew me this shit is a Horror flick but a black guy doesn't die in this movie. fucking with lotto dawg you gotta be kiddin' that makes me believe you really don't have an interest in livin'. you think these bitches gonna feel the shit you say i got a better chance joining the kkk on some real shit though i like you thats why i didn't wanna have to be the one you commit suicide to fuck lotto call me your leader i feel bad that i gotta murder that dude from leave it to beaver i used to like that show now you got me in fight back mode but oh well if you gotta go then you gotta go i hate to do this i would love for this shit to last so i'll take pictures of my rear end so you wont forget my ass and all's well that ends okay so i'll end this shit with a fuck you and have a nice day 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
{B Rabbit} Ward, I Think you were a little hard on the beaver so was Eddie Hasko, Wally, and Ms. Cleaver This Guy keeps screaming he's paranoid quick someone get his ass another steroid blah badi boo blah bah badi bloo blah I ain't hear a word you said Hipidi hoo bla Is that a tank top or a new bra look snoop dogg just got a fuckin' boob job didn't you listen to the last round meat head pay attention, you're sayin the same shit that he said matter fact dogg heres a pencil go home write some shit make it suspensful and don't come back until something dope hits you fuck it you can take the mic home with you looking like a cyclone hit you tank top screaming lotto i dont fit you you see how far these white jokes get you Boy's like how vanilla ice gonna diss you my motto fuck lotto i'll get the seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow(ohhhhhhhhh)
Now everybody from the 313 put your motha fuckin' hands up and follow me Now everybody from the 313 put your motha fuckin' hands up Look look
Now while he stands tough Notice that this man did not have his hands up The Free World's got you gassed up Now who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf
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This guy ain't no motha fuckin MC I know everything he's got to say against me I am white I am a fuckin' bum 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 his leg with his own gun I did get jumped by all six of you chumps And Wink did fuck my girl I'm still standing here screamin' fuck the Free World
Don't ever try to judge me dude You don't know what the fuck I've been through But I know something about you You went to Cranbrook Thats a private school What's the matter dog? You embarrassed? This guy's a gangster? His real names' Clarence And Clarence lives at home with both parents And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage
This guy dont wanna battle hes s'Cause there ain't no such thing as halfway crooks He's scared to death He's scared to look at his fuckin year book Fuck Cranbrooke
Fuck a beat I'll go a capella Fuck a Papa Doc Fuck a clock Fuck a trailer Fuck everybody Fuck ya'll if you doubt me I'm a piece of fuckin' white trash I say it proudly And fuck this battle I don't wanna win, I'm outtie Here, tell these people somethin' they don't know about me
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