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8 Mile Battles I [Lyckity Splyt] This guy's a choke artist You catch a bad 1, Your better off shooting yourself with poppa doc's hand gun. Climbing up this mountain, your weak, I leave you lost without a paddle. Floatin up shits creek. You ain’t Detroit. I’m the D. Your the new kid on the block about to get smacked to the boondocks. Fucking nazi your squad ain’t your type, take some real advice and form a group with Vanilla Ice. And wut I tell you, you better use it. This guys a hillbilly this ain’t Willie Nelson music. Trailor trash, I’ll choke you to your last breath and have you look foolish like cheddar bob when he shot himself. Silly rabbit, I know why they call you that ... cuz you follow future like he got carrotz up his ass crack. And when you acted up thats when you got jacked up and act stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up. I crack your shoulder blade you’ll get dropped so hard that Elvis’ll start turning in his grave. Now I know why they left you out in the dark. You need to take your white ass back across 8 mile to the trailor park. [B Rabbit] This guy raps like his parents jerked em. 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? Thats ok you look like a fucking worm with braids. These leadaz of the freeworld rookies. Lookie, how could 6 dicks be pussies?
Approximate Word count = 1052
Approximate Pages = 4.2
(250 words per page double spaced)
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