(First Battle)
(Lickety Split)
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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 [bad word] s creek
You ain't Detroit, I'm the You tha new kid on the block, bout to get smacked back to the boone-docks [bad word] [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] So I'm a German ay?
That's ok, you look like a [bad word] worm with braids
These leaders of the Free World rookies
Lookie, how can 6 [bad word] be pussies
Talkin bout [bad word] s creek, [bad word] you can be a [bad word] 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 [bad word] Wickedy Lickety shot
Spicious spickety split Lickety
So I'ma turn around wit a great smile
And walk my white [bad word] back across 8 Mile
(Crowd cheers)

(2nd Battle)
(Lotto)
We rollin [bad word] What's goin on baby?
Yo it's time to get rid of this coward right here once and for all
Sick of this [bad word] (Rip it Lotto, rip it baby rip it, yeah) Check this [bad word] out

Huhhh huhhh
I'll spit a racial slur [bad word] sue me
This [bad word] is a horror flick
But a black guy doesn't die in this movie [bad word] 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 [bad word] you say?
I got a better chance joinin the KKK
On some real [bad word] though, I like you
That's why I didn't wanna have to be the one [bad word] suicide to [bad word] 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 [bad word] to last
So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my [bad word] And alls well that ends ok
So I'll end this [bad word] Wit a [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] boob job
Did you listen to the last round meathead?
Pay attention, ya sayin the same [bad word] that he said (I'ma [bad word] you up)
Matta fact dog, here's a pencil
Go home, write some [bad word]  make it suspenseful
And [bad word] back until somethin dope hits you [bad word] 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