8 Mile Freestyle [rabbit Vs Lotto] Lyrics

Freestyle [rabbit Vs Lotto] Lyrics

[Lotto]
Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward once and for all.
I'm sick
of the motha fucka! Check this shit out!

I'll spit a racial slur, honky,
sue me!
This shit is a horror flick,
but the black guy doesn't die in
this movie!
You mess wit Lotto, dawg, you gotta be kiddin!
That makes me
believe you really dont have a interest in livin!
You think these niggas
gonna feel the shit you say?
I got a betta chance joining the KKK.
Or
some real shit, though, I like you
That's why I didn't wanna have to be the
one you commit sucide to
Fuck '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 shit to
last 
So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass
And
all's well that ends well, ok?
So I'll end this shit wit a "FUCK you,
and 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 ass another
steriod!
"Blahbity bloo blah blah blah blahbity bloo blah!"
I
didn't hear a word you said, "hipidy hoo blah!"
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, meathead? 
Pay attention, you're sayin the
same shit that he said!
Matter fact, dawg, here's a pencil 
Go home,
write some shit, make it suspenseful, 
And don't come back until something
dope hits you
Fuck it! You can take the mic home wit 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 gon' diss you?"
My motto: Fuck Lotto! 
I get the 7 digits
from your motha for a dolla tomorrow!