[lotto]
yo, it’s time to get rid of this coward right here once and for all.
i’m sick of the motha fucka! check this shit out!

yo! i’ll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me!
this shit is a horror flick, but a black guy doesn’t die in this movie!
fuckin’ wit lotto, dawg, you gotta be kiddin!
that makes me believe you really don’t have an interest in livin!
you think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say?
i got a better chance joining the kkk.
on some real shit, though, i like you
that’s why i didn’t wanna have to be the one you commit suicide to
fuck ‘lotto,’ call me your leader
i feel bad that 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’s well that ends ok?
so i’ll end this shit with a "fuck you, but have a nice day!"

[rabbit]
ward, i think you were a little hard on the beaver
so was eddie haskal, wally, and ms. cleaver
this guy keeps screamin’, he’s paranoid!
quick, someone get his ass another steroid!
"blahbity bloo blah blah blahbity blooh blah!"
i ain’t hear a word you said, "hipidy hooblah!"
is that a tank top, or a new bra?
look snoop dogg just got a fuckin’ boob job!
didn’t you listen to the last round, meat head?
pay attention, you’re saying the same shit that he said!
matter fact, dog here’s a pencil
go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful,
and don’t come back until something dope hits you
fuck it! you can take the mic home with you!
looking like a cyclone hit you,
tank top screamin’, "lotto, i don’t fit you!"
you see how far them white jokes get you?
boys like “how vanilla ice gonna diss you?”
my motto: fuck lotto!
i’ll get the 7 digits from your mother for a dolla’ tomorrow!

[rabbit]
now everybody from the 313
put your mother fucking hands up and follow me
everybody from the 313
put your mother fucking hands up…look, look

now while he stands tough
notice that this man did not have his hands up
this free world’s got you gassed up
now who’s afraid of the big bad wolf
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1pac, 2pac, 3pac, 4
4pac, 3pac, 2pacs, 1
you’re pac, he’s pac, no pac; none
this guy aint no mother-fuckin mc,
i know everything he’s got to say against me,
i am white, i am a fucking bum
i do live in a trailor with my mom
my boy future is an uncle tom.
i do got a dumb friend named cheddar bob
who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun,
i did get jumped, by all six of you chumps
and wink did fuck my girl
i’m still standin here screamin "fuck the free world!"
don’t never 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 cranbrook, that’s a private school
what’s the matter dawg, you embarrassed?
this guy’s a gangster; his 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 ain’t no such things as half-way crooks’
he’s scared to death, he’s scared to look
in his fucking yearbook, fuck cranbrook

fuck a beat, i go a cappella
fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailor, 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 outtie,
here, tell these people something they don’t know about me.

[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

[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 bitchs
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!

song: 9-1-1
artist: boo yaa tribe ft. eminem, b real
album: west koasta nostra

(as music starts)
eminem
whooooooooo!! hahaha
guess who’s back!
mommy! we’re home!
say hello to my little friends!
dj muggs, soul assassins, cypress hill!
everybody, put your hands where my eyes can see em!

(eminem)
everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck
40 50 samoans aint no one wanna deal with us
50 twizzy obie there won’t be no hoe in us
they pop shit like they gonna do shit but no one does
when we move down to texas back up to los angeles
we change the way we move so man up if you can’t adjust
you may end up getting rushed by too many to handle us
its funny i guess money does have its advantages
and it isn’t that we just think that we can’t be touched
its not like we’re just feelin ourselves that much it’s just
that if someone ever does put us in the clutch
we just know that ya’ll aint gonna be the one who’s gonna do it
cuz first of all you’re pushy and everybody can see that
you fuck around get caught in a spot that you shouldn’t be at
that you got no business being in and we aint even gonna be in it
no one’s gonna hear nothin no one’s gonna see the shit
and they’ll be in and up out it them boys is bout it bout it
and the noise from clips n rounds will be drownded out by the crowd
and you’ll be layin on the ground getting trampled by people dancing
till the club closes and clears out and that’s when they see you flattened
nobody saw it happen, all cuz the jaws are flappin
and you couldn’t stop yappin and took it passed rappin
it aint about the music no more, its about tryin to show off
and it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go off

chorus: (eminem)
shit’s about to change cuz we aint playin no games
we aint budgin neither are they and we aint sayin no names
shit just aint the same when the cage get to sprayin
hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1
it aint about hip hop cuz those days are gone
it aint about tryin to rip shop to get props no more
its about tryin not to get popped and get dropped to the floor cuz
hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1

(be real)
i took the strap off my holster cuz shit is getting serious
all these drugs you be fuckin with make you delirious
thinkin you comin with heat yo son i’m curious
how long are you gonna hate us and judge us and jury us
some people can never fade us they make us so curious
mistake us for fakers homey with raider with glorious
we live it for real and others just makin the stories up
illusions so broken so live it up you corny fucks
if you take a fuckin minute to think about what you done
when you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun
caught a hot one sprayin you bitches till there was none
i’m like a rollin stone homey i got you under my thumb
you silly little bitches can end up right up in ditches
we cut you and give you stitches for envyin all our riches
your game’s just like a midget you clockin the small digit
dealin with a giant goliath people that’s how we live it come on

chorus

(the godfather)
i’m gangsta gangsta who come to pay you a visit
on this shit that you call hip hop disfunction is where its headed
when i put it in motion my focus is getting breaded
my appetite for destruction is blasted because i say we got you
stumblin for cover this music dyin in number
but you wouldn’t pause and wonder admittin its all glamour when you
enter the business you thinking you runnin shit
you witness that funny shit you bitches that aint shit
we gangsta we blast first ask questions later all these
imitators paradin like they some playas tryin to
save hip hop the task is something greater
cuz we old fashion coded we loyalty motivators
getting caught and not telling or more like killin not carin i’m ridin
a gangsta feelin no ferin when gangtas dyin i’m in a
food circle with homeys that’s suppose to bleed
on a 8 mile mission with cypress and og’s

chorus

[eminem]
it’s shit like this i kick to these rich white kids
who just might see how fucked up this sick life is
ooops i did it again didn’t i my shit’s harder
to figure out than what britney’s tit size is
oooh i probably pissed you off again didn’t i bitch
so what christina gaguilera kiss my grits
you know how many shit’s i get if i wish i did
so i can quit givin these twisted little kids ideas
this just in, britney just dissed justin
she just fucked ben, got tit fucked and dick sucked him
if afflec can get his ass licked, how i can’t shit
goddamn bitch i’m rich i can’t understand this
are those pictures they made of us together on the internet
as close as i’m ever gonna get to hittin it from the back
and shit when it comes to that i hit harder from the back
than everlast when he’s pluggin lethal in his fuckin ass
just give me one more chance britney hit me one more time
let me know what’s on your mind, whitney give me one more line
to sniff, you fuckers know what time it is
fuck your jewelery my record’s almost diamond, beeotch!

[hook 2x: eminem + dr dre]
what’s goin on in the world today
people fightin, feudin, lootin, it’s okay
let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll
tell ‘em dre- it aint nuttin but music

[bizarre]
eminem doesn’t like n’sync, well i do
so fuck him, and the backstreet boys too
whatever happened to the cast of different strokes
mary’s broke, ty’s snortin coke, and then an overdose
i got two little boys wit me
michael jackson sent two helicopters to get me
i’m up early wit my hair curly
me and mr. furly, fuckin laverne and shirley!
[kuniva]
alotta rappers are livin in la la land
that’s why i let my dogs out on the baha men
as bad as a life i had, i’m not mad
i don’t need to be a jackass to beat up my dad
my whole family’s country, my grandmother’s old fashioned
and she keeps askin me why i rap wit a honky
but grannie i’m a flunky i could be a junky
i could be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene

[kon artis]
to all the independent women in the house! (hey!)
show us your tits and shut your motherfuckin mouth! (what?!)

[proof]
robert downey, bobby brownie, whitney houston
the shit’s confusin (sniff!)
jesse jackson, reverend scandal
got george michael’s, tevin campbells
peewee herman’s, peep show places
public restrooms, peep those cases

[hook]

[swifty mcvay]
huh, your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what)
we done turned their kids into little body snatchers
aint like where i’m from, we don’t bite our tongue
are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns
it’s sad but i’m glad that i’m made to rhyme
where you work you aint gettin paid for that overtime
it’s only music, media know it but they blind
i aint in your light, so stay they hell up outta mine
y’all the reason why princess diana ended up dyin
if you people get offended i don’t care (stop cryin)
tryin to get us to leave cuz what we say just aint clean (uh, uh)
but holdin back on what i say just aint me

[kon artis]
now what’s these parents all mad for? (your music is bad for ‘um)
for teenage kids that drink more than ted danson in cheers
carson drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (shutup!)
broke or rich, i still do that same old shit
i don’t jump in front of a camera and change no shit
so when they ask me about my sarcasticness
i just slap ‘em, turn around and ask ‘em this

[hook]

hoooo hoooo hooo (fade out)