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eminem - 8 mile: lotto vs b-rabbit lyrics

[lotto (nashawn ‘ox’ breedlove)]
yo, i’ll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me
the sh-t is a horror fl!ck, but the black guy doesn’t die in this movie
f-ckin’ with lotto? dawg, you gotta be kiddin’
that makes me believe you really don’t have an interest in livin’
you think these n-ggas gon’ feel the sh-t you say?
i got a better chance joinin’ the kkk
on some real sh-t though, i like you
that’s why i didn’t wanna have to be the one you commit suicide to
f-ck “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 sh-t to last
so i’ll take pictures of my rear end so you won’t forget my -ss
and all’s well that ends okay
so i’ll end this sh-t with a “f-ck you”, but “have a nice day!”

[b-rabbit (eminem)]
ward, i think you were a little hard on the beaver
so was eddie haskell, wally, and ms cleaver
this guy keeps screamin’, he’s paranoid
quick, someone get his -ss another steroid!
“blah-badi-boo-blah, bah-badi-bloo-blah!”
i ain’t hear a word you said: “hippity hoopla!”
is that a tank-top or a new bra?
look! snoop dogg just got a f-ckin’ b00bjob
didn’t you listen to the last round, meathead?
pay attention, you’re sayin’ the same sh-t that he said
matter of fact, dawg, here’s a pencil
go home, write some sh-t, make it suspenseful
and don’t come back until somethin’ dope hits you
f-ck it, you can take the mic home with you
lookin’ like a cyclone hit you
tank-top screamin’, “lotto, i don’t fit you!”
you see how far the white jokes get you
boys like, “how vanilla ice gon’ diss you?”
my motto: “f-ck lotto!”
i get the seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow

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