[Lickety Split]
    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 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!