8 Mile Battles - Split by Rabbit(Eminem)vs. Lickety Split - Lyrics

8 Mile Battles - Split Lyrics

8 Mile Battles - Split Song Lyrics

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(Lickety Split)

This guy's a choke artist
Ya catch a bad one
You're better off shootin yourself
With Papa Doc's handgun
Climbin up this mountain you're weak
Ill leave you lost without a paddle
Floatin sh*ts creek

You ain't Detroit, Im the D
You're the new kid on the block
Bout to get smacked back to the boonedocks
f**kin 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, 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
You'll get dropped so hard
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

(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 b**ches
So I'm a German, Eh
That's ok, you look like a f**kin worm with braids
These Leaders of the Free World rookies
Lookie, how can 6 di*ks be pussies

Talkin bout sh*ts creek
b**ch, you could be up p**s 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 sh*t
Wickedly lickety shot
Spickety spickety split lickety
So I'm gonna Turn around with a great smile
And walk my white ass back across 8 Mile