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letra de b-rabbit v.s lotto 2nd battle from 8 mile - eminem

{lotto}
i’ll spit a racial slur honky sue me,
this sh-t is a horror flick, but a black guy doesn’t die in this movie.
messin’ with lotto dawg, you gotta be kiddin’
that makes me believe you really don’t have an interest to livin’.
you think these n-gg-s gonna feel the sh-t you say,
i got a better chance joining the k.k.k.
for some real sh-t though i like you,
that’s why i didn’t want 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 ok,
so i’ll end this sh-t with a: f-ck you and 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.
this guy keeps screaming, 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,
hipidi hoo bla!
is that a tank top or a new bra?
look snoop dogg just got a f-ckin’ b–b job!
didn’t you listen to the last round, meat head?
pay attention, you’re sayin’ the same sh-t that he said!
matter fact dawg, here’s a pencil.
go home, write some sh-t, make it suspenseful!
and don’t come back until something dope hits you…
f-ck it, you can take the mic home with you.
looking like a cyclone hit you.
tank top screaming: lotto, i don’t fit you!
you see how far the white jokes get you.
boy’s like: how vanilla ice gonna diss you?
my motto: f-ck lotto!
i’ll get the seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow! (ohhhhhhhhh)

- eminem

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