[Lotto]
Yo, I spit a racial slur
Honky, sue me
This [bad word] is a Harlem flick
But the black guy doesn't die in this movie [bad word]  with Lotto, dawg
You got to be kiddin'
That makes me believe you really don't have a interest in livin'
You think these niggas gonna feel the [bad word] you say
I got a better chance joinin' the K.K.K.
Know some real [bad word]  though
I like you-- that's why I didn't want to be the one [bad word] suicide to [bad word] Lotto
Call me your leader
I feel bad that I got to murder that dude from Leave lt To Beaver
I used to like that show
Now you got me in fight back mode
But oh well, if you got to go
You got to 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 all is well that ends okay
So I'll end this [bad word] with a  [bad word] you, but have a nice day"

[B-Rabbit]
Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver
So was Eddie Haskell Wally and Ms. Cleaver
Who-oa! This guy keeps screamin'
He's paranoid
Quick, someone get his [bad word] another steroid
Blah-de-bee-bee, blah blah 
Blah-be-dee, blooh blah
I didn't hear a word you said 
Hippity-hoo blah
Is that a tank top or a new bra
Look, Snoop Dogg has got a [bad word]  boob job
Didn't you listen to the last round, meathead pay attention
You're sayin' the same [bad word] that he said 
I'm gonna [bad word] you up!
Matter of fact, dawg, here's a pencil
Go home, write some [bad word] Make it suspenseful
And [bad word] back until somethin' dope hit you [bad word] it, you could take the mike home with you
Whoa! Lookin' like a cyclone hit you
Tank top's screamin' "Lotto, I don't fit you"
You see how far them white jokes get you, boys like
"How's Vanilla Ice gonna dis you"
My motto, [bad word] Lotto 
I'll get the seven digits from yo' mother for a dollar tomorrow.
Oh! O-Oh! Oh, oh, oh!