Eminem & Nashawn "Ox" Breedlove - Jimmy 'B-Rabbit' Smith Jr. vs. Lotto | Текст песни

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• Eminem & Nashawn "Ox" Breedlove
• Jimmy 'B-Rabbit' Smith Jr. vs. Lotto

[Lotto]
Yo, I spit a racial slur
Honky, sue me
This shit is a Harlem flick
But the black guy doesn't die in this movie
Fuckin' with Lotto, dawg
You got to be kiddin'
That makes me believe you really don't have a interest in livin'
You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say
I got a better chance joinin' the K.K.K.
Know some real shit, though
I like you-- that's why I didn't want to be the one
You commit suicide to Fuck Lotto
Call me your leader
I feel bad that I got to murder that dude from Leave lt To Beaver
I used to like that show
Now you got me in fight back mode
But oh well, if you got to go
You got to 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 is well that ends okay
So I'll end this shit with a "Fuck you, but have a nice day"

[B-Rabbit]
Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver
So was Eddie Haskell Wally and Ms. Cleaver
Who-oa! This guy keeps screamin'
He's paranoid
Quick, someone get his ass another steroid
Blah-de-bee-bee, blah blah
Blah-be-dee, blooh blah
I didn't hear a word you said
Hippity-hoo blah
Is that a tank top or a new bra
Look, Snoop Dogg has got a fuckin' boob job
Didn't you listen to the last round, meathead pay attention
You're sayin' the same shit that he said
I'm gonna fuck you up!
Matter of fact, dawg, here's a pencil
Go home, write some shit
Make it suspenseful
And don't come back until somethin' dope hit you
Fuck it, you could take the mike home with you
Whoa! Lookin' like a cyclone hit you
Tank top's screamin' "Lotto, I don't fit you"
You see how far them white jokes get you, boys like
"How's Vanilla Ice gonna dis you"
My motto, fuck Lotto
I'll get the seven digits from yo' mother for a dollar tomorrow.
Oh! O-Oh! Oh, oh, oh!