Battle freestyle- lotta and rabbit Lyrics
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Battle freestyle- lotta and rabbit Lyricsby Eminem Buy album CD: Other Songs T - BIT (Lotto) We rollin muthafuckaz What's goin on baby? Yo it's time to get rid of this coward right here once and for all Sick of this muthafucka (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 Fuckin 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 Fuck 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 fuck 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. Cleaver This guy keeps screamin, he's paranoid Quick, someone get his ass another steroid! Blabbedy bloom blah, blum blabbedy bloom blah I ain't hear a word you said, hibitit hoopla! Is that a tanktop or a new bra? Look, Snoop Dogg, just got a fuckin boob job Did you listen to the last round meathead? Pay attention, ya sayin the same shit that he said (I'ma fuck you up) Matta fact dog, here's a pencil Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful And don't come back until somethin dope hits you Fuck it You can take the Mic home wich you Lookin like a cyclone hit you Tanktop screamin, "Lotto I don't fit you" You see how far them white jokes get you Boys like, how Vanilla Ice gone diss you? My motto: Fuck Lotto I get the 7 digits from ya mother for a dollar tomorrow
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