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    [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 shits creek

    You ain't Detroit, Im the D
    Your the new kid on the block
    Bout to get smacked back to the boonedocks
    Fuckin Nazi, 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
    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 ass back across 8 mile
    To the trailor park


    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 bitches
    So Im a German, Eh
    Thats ok, you look like a fuckin worm with braids
    These Leaders of the Free World rookies
    Lookie, how can 6 dicks be pussies

    Talkin bout shits creek
    Bitch, you could be up piss 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 shit
    Wickedly lickety shot
    Spickety spickety split lickety
    So Im gonna turn around with a great smile
    And walk my white ass back across 8 mile!

    Yo, I spit a racial slur. Honky, sue me.
    This shit is a Horror flick
    but the black guy doesn't die in this movie.
    Fucking with Lotto dawg you gotta be kiddin.
    That makes me believe you really don't have a interest in livin.

    You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say?
    I got a better chance joinin the K.K.K.
    Know some real shit tho? I like you.
    That's why I didn't wanna be the one you commit suicide to.
    Fuck Lotto ... call me your leader.
    I feel bad I gotta murder that dude from leave it to beaver.
    I used to like that show now you got me in fight back mode.
    But oh well if you gotta go ... then you 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 all is well that ends ok.
    So I'll this shit with a ... fuck you but have a nice day!

    Ward I think you were a little hard on the Beaver.
    So was Eddie Haskel, Wally and Ms. Cleaver.
    This guy keeps screamin hes paranoid.
    Quick someone get his ass 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 fucking boob job!
    Didn't you listen to the last round meathead?
    Pay attention your saying the same shit that he said.
    Matter a fact dawg, 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 could take the mic home with you.
    Lookin like a cyclone hit you.
    Tanktops screamin "Lotto I don't fit you!"
    You see how far them white jokes get you,
    boys like "hows Vanilla Ice gonna diss you?"
    My motto fuck Lotto.
    I'll get your seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow.


    Now everybody from the 313
    Put your mothefucking hands and follow me
    Everybody from the 313
    Put your mothefucking hands up
    Look Look

    Now while he stands tough
    Notice that this man did not had his hands up
    This free world got you gased up
    Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf

    1, 2, 3 and to the 4
    1 pac, 2 pac, 3 pac, 4
    4 pac, 3 pac, 2 pac, 1
    You're pac, he's pac, no pacs, none

    This guy aint no mother-fuckin MC,
    I know everything he's got to say against me,
    I am white, I am a fuckin bum, I do live in a trailer with my
    My boy Future is an Uncle Tom.
    I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob who shoots
    himself in the leg with his own gun,
    I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
    And Wink did fuck my girl,
    I'm still standin here screamin "FUCK THE FREE WORLD!"
    Don't ever try to judge me dude
    You don't know what the fuck i've been through

    But i know something about you
    You went to Crankbook, that's a private school
    What's the matter dawg? You embarrased?
    This is guy's a gangster, he's real name's Clarence

    And Clarence lives at home with both parents
    And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage
    This guy don't wanna battle, He's shook
    'Cause there no such things as half-way crooks
    He's scared to death
    He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck Crankbook

    Fuck the beat, i go acapella
    Fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody
    Fuck y'all if you doubt me
    I'm a piece of fucking white trash, i say it proudly
    And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outty,
    Here, tell this people something they dont know about me.

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