(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 down [bad word] creek

You ain't Detroit, Im the Your the new kid on the block
Bout to get smacked back to the boonedocks [bad word] [bad word]  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 acting 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] So Im a German, Eh
Thats ok, you look like a [bad word] worm with braids
These Leaders of the Free World rookies
Lookie, how can six [bad word] be pussies.

Talkin about [bad word] creek... [bad word]  you could be up [bad word] 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 [bad word] Wickedly lickety shot
Spickety spickety split lickety
So Im gonna turn around with a great smile.
And walk my white [bad word] back across 8 mile!