[LYCKETY SPLYT, spoken]

Free World, nigga

Tell you something

Check this out, check this out

Yo

[LYCKETY SPLYT]

This guy's a choke artist, you catch a bad one

You're better off shootin' yourself with Papa Doc's handgun

Climbin' up this mountain, you're weak

I leave you 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 boondocks

Fuckin' Nazi, your squad 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 lookin' foolish 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 acted 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 that Elvis will start turnin' in his grave

I don't know why they let you out in the dark

You need to take your white ass back across 8 Mile to the trailer park

[FUTURE, spoken]

Woah, woah, woah

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

Very nice, very nice

Let me get that mic, man

Pretty good, pretty good

Hip-hop one-on-one

Ayy, Bunny Rabbit, it's your turn, baby

45 seconds

Let this motherfucker feel it, a'ight?

Yo, DJ, spin that shit!

[CHEDDAR BOB, spoken]

Come on, Rabbit!

[LYCKETY SPLYT, spoken]

Don't choke this time

[B-RABBIT, spoken]

Alright, look

Ayo

[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 bitches

So I'm a German, eh?

That's okay, you look like a fuckin' worm with braids

These Leaders of the Free World rookies

Lookie, how can six dicks be pussies?

Talkin' 'bout shit's 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

He can't get with me, spittin' this shit wickedly

Lickin' these shots to spiggy-spiggity split Lyckety

So I'ma turn around with a great smile

And walk my white ass back across 8 Mile