B-Rabbit vs. Lotto lyrics

[Lotto (Nashawn 'Ox' Breedlove)]

Yo, I'll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me

The shit is a horror flick, but the black guy doesn't die in this movie

Fuckin' with Lotto? Dawg, you gotta be kiddin'

That makes me believe you really don't have an interest in livin'

You think these niggas gon' feel the shit you say?

I got a better chance joinin' the KKK

On some real shit though, I like you

That's why I didn't wanna have to be the one you commit suicide to

Fuck "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 shit to last

So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass

And all's well that ends okay

So I'll end this shit with a "Fuck you", but "Have a nice day!"

[B-Rabbit (Eminem)]

Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver

So was Eddie Haskell, Wally, and Ms Cleaver

This guy keeps screamin', he's paranoid

Quick, someone get his ass another steroid!

"Blah-badi-boo-blah, bah-badi-bloo-blah!"

I ain't hear a word you said: "Hippity hoopla!"

Is that a tank-top or a new bra?

Look! Snoop Dogg just got a fuckin' boobjob

Didn't you listen to the last round, meathead?

Pay attention, you're sayin' the same shit that he said

Matter of fact, dawg, here's a pencil

Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful

And don't come back until somethin' dope hits you

Fuck it, you can take the mic home with you

Lookin' like a cyclone hit you

Tank-top screamin', "Lotto, I don't fit you!"

You see how far the white jokes get you

Boys like, "How Vanilla Ice gon' diss you?"

My motto: "Fuck Lotto!"

I get the seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow

• Artist:8 Mile (OST)