#8 mile last rap battles movie

#8 mile last rap battles movie

(First Battle) (Lickety Split) Check this out Check this out Yo, this guys a choke-artist Ya catch a bad one Ya better off shootin ya-self wit Popa Doc's handgun Climbin up this mountain, ya weak I leave ya lost witout a paddle, floatin shit's creek You ain't Detroit, I'm the D You tha new kid on the block, bout to get smacked back to the boone-docks F*ckin Nazi, this crowd ain't ya type Take some real advice And form a group with Vanilla Ice And what I tell ya Ya better use it This guy's a hillbilly this ain't Willie Nelson music Trailer trash I choke ya till ya last breath And have ya lookin foolish like Cheddar Bob when he shot his-self Silly Rabbit, I know why they call you that Cuz you follow Future, like he got carrots up his asscrack And when you act it up, that's when you got jacked up And left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up I crack ya shoulderblade You'll get dropped so hard that Elvis will start turnin in his grave I don't know why they left you out in the dark Ya need to take your white ass back across 8 Mile to the trailer park (Crowd Cheers) (Rabbit/Eminem) This guy raps like his parents jerked him He sounds like Eric Sermon The generic version This whole crowd looks suspicious It's all dudes in here Except for these bitches So I'm a German ay? That's ok, you look like a f*ckin worm with braids These leaders of the Free World rookies Lookie, how can 6 dicks be pussies Talkin bout shit's creek, bitch you can be a piss creek Wit paddles this deep Ya still gonna sink Your a disgrace Ya they call me Rabbit This is a turtle race He can't get wit me spittin this shit Wickedy Lickety shot Spicious spickety split Lickety So I'ma turn around wit a great smile And walk my white ass back across 8 Mile (Crowd cheers) (2nd Battle) (Lotto) We rollin muthaf*ckaz What's goin on baby? Yo it's time to get rid of this coward right here once and for all Sick of this muthaf*cka (Rip it Lotto, rip it baby rip it, yeah) Check this shit out Huhhh huhhh I'll spit a racial slur honkey sue me This shit is a horror flick But a black guy doesn't die in this movie F*ckin wit Lotto dog you gotta be kiddin That makes me believe, you really don't have an interest in livin You think these niggas gone feel the shit you say? I got a better chance joinin 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 F*ck Lotto? Call me ya leader I feel bad that I gotta murder that dude from Leave It To Beaver I used to like that show Noe you got me in fightback mode But oh well if ya gotta go then ya 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 alls well that ends ok So I'll end this shit Wit a f*ck you, but, have a nice day (Crowd cheers) (Rabbit/Eminem) Ward I think you were a little hard on the Beaver So was Eddie Haskal Wally and Ms.