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 [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 actin up thats when you got jacked up
And left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up

Ill crack your shoulder blade
i'll smack you so hard 
Elvis 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 jerkin
He sounds like Erick 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 6 [bad word] be pussies 

Talkin bout [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
Spick spickety split lickety
So Im gonna turn around with a great smile
And walk my white [bad word] back across 8 mile