8 Mile Freestyle Pt.ii Vs Lyrics

8 Mile Freestyle Pt.ii Vs lyrics

[Lotto]


Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward right here once and
for all.


I'm sick of the motha fucka! Check this shit out!





Yo! I'll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me!


This shit is a horror flick, but a black guy doesn't die in this movie!


Fuckin' wit Lotto, dawg, you gotta be kiddin!


That makes
me believe you really don't have an interest in livin!


You think
these niggas gonna feel the shit you say?


I got a better chance
joining the KKK.


On some real shit, though, I like you


That's 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 a 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 ok?


So I'll end this shit
with a "Fuck you, but have a nice day!"





[Rabbit]


Word, 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 steroid!


"Blahbity bloo blah blah blahbity blooh blah!"


I ain't hear a
word you said, "hipidy hooblah!"


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 saying the same shit that he said!


Matter fact, dog 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 with you!


Looking like a cyclone hit you,


Tank top screamin', "Lotto, I don't fit you!"


You see how
far them white jokes get you?


Boys like How Vanilla Ice gonna diss
you? 


My motto: Fuck Lotto!


I'll get the 7 digits from
your mother for a dolla' tomorrow!