"Aight aight aight! How we feeling in here tonight?!" Future pumped up the crowd more pumped up than it already was. "Alright next up we got lickity split and b rabbit, where you at?"
"B rabbit come to the stage." There was tension as he still didn't show but I don't know I just had this feeling he was gonna kill it. "Where the fuck it b-rabbit?" Future looked confused, sidetracked completely. I saw cheddar disappear to the restroom and I settled down while the crowd laughed. "Trust me this shit is go be off the hook so tall might wanna stick around. Come to the stage rabbit. B rabbit where you at? Oh there he is!" I sighed in relief as he passed me to get to the stage.
"Choose something." Future said to lickity split. "Heads." He answered and I bit my lip that Rabbit went first so he could prove he was better. "You got it." I inhaled the musk and cologne wafting through the air and stared at Jimmy. "Yo ill go fist against this choke artist man."
"Aight a lil cocky."
"DJ spin that shit!"
[Lickity Split]
Free world nigga. Tell you somethin'. Check this out check this out. This guy's a choke artist
Ya catch a bad one
Your better off shootin yourself
With Papa Doc's handgun
Climbin up this mountain your weak
Ill leave you lost without a paddle
Floatin shits creek
You ain't Detroit, Im the D
Your the new kid on the block
Bout to get smacked back to the boonedocks
Fuckin 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
Trailor 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
Youll get dropped so hard
Elvis will start turnin in his grave
I dont know why they let you out in the dark
You need to take your white ass back across 8 mile
To the trailor park.
The crowd was all wrapped around this guys corn rows and they believed everything this guy was saying. It almost made me sick to my stomach.
[B-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 bitches
So Im a German, Eh
Thats ok, you look like a fuckin worm with braids
These Leaders of the Free World rookies
Lookie, how can 6 dicks be pussies
Talkin bout shits creek
Bitch, you could be up piss creek
With paddles this deep
Your still gonna sink
Your a disgrace
Yeah, they call me Rabbit
This is a turtle race
He can't get with me spittin this shit
Wickedly lickety shot
Spickety spickety split lickety
So Im gonna turn around with a great smile
And walk my white ass back across 8 mile!
He flashed his ass to the crowd and they all laughed and cheered and I was so glad. He basically won the whole contest with one rap. I couldn't help but have this big smile on my face as the crowd oooed and awed at him. I wanted to hug and kiss him all day if I could, but he had a battle to win.
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I Love B-Rabbit. (8 Mile)
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