Strike - B-Rabbit vs. Lyckety-Splyt lyrics

[Lyckety Splyt] This guy's a choke artist, ya catch a bad one You're better off shooting yourself with Papa Doc's handgun Climbing up this mountain you're weak I'll leave you lost without a paddle, floating sh**'s creek You ain't Detroit, I'm the D You're the new kid on the block Bout to get smacked back to the boondocks f**ing 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 Trailer trash, I'll choke you to your last breath And have you looking 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 a** crack And when you acting up that's when you got jacked up And left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up I'll crack your shoulder blade You'll get dropped so hard Elvis will start turning in his grave I don't know why they let you out in the dark You need to take your white a** back across 8 Mile To the trailer park [B-Rabbit] This guy raps like his parents jerked him He sounds like Erick Sermon, the generic version This whole crowd looks suspicious It's all dudes in here, except for these b**hes So I'm a German, eh? That's ok, you look like a f**in' worm with braids These Leaders of the Free World rookies Lookie, how can 6 dicks be pussies Talking bout sh**s creek b**h, you could be up piss creek with paddles this deep You're still gonna sink, you're a disgrace Yeah, they call me Rabbit this is a turtle race He can't get with me spitting this sh** Wickedly lickety shot Suspicious spickety split lickety So I'm gonna turn around with a great smile And walk my white a** back across 8 Mile