Testi musica canzoni

*Lickity*
This guy's a chock artist, you got your bad one. You're better off shootin yourself with Papa Doc's handgun. Climbin up this mountain, you're week.. I'll leave ya lost without a paddle floatin shit's creek. You ain't Detroit, I'm the D. You the new kid on the block, bout to get smacked back to the boom docks. You fuckin natzi. This ain't your type. Take some real advice, and form a group with Vanilla Ice. And what I tell ya, you better use it. This guy's a hillbilly this ain't Willie Nelson music. Trailer trash, I'll choke you til' your ass crackin' looking like Cheddar bob when he shot himself. Silly Rabbit, I know why they call you that, cause you follow Future, like he got carrots up his ass crack. And when you act up, that's when you got smacked up. Look stupid, like Tina Turner when she got smacked up. I'll crack your shoulder blade, you'll get dropped so hard that Elvis will start turnin' in his grave. I don't even know why they let you out in the dark, you need to take your white ass back across 8mile to the trailer park.

*B.Rabbit*
This guy raps like his parents jerked him. He sounds like Eric Sermon, the generic version. This whole crowd looks suspicious, it's all dudes in here except for these bitches. So I'm a german 'eh? That's ok, you look like a fuckin worm with braids! These leaders of the free world rookies, lookie. How could 6 dicks be pussies? Talkin' bout shits creek. Bitch 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. You can't compete with me spillin this shit take you from Squickity Lickity to Spickity Split Lickity. So I'm gonna turn around with a great smile. And walk my white ass back across 8mile.