Lily
I know this girl,
Her name is Lily,
And its past her bed,
T-I-M-E,
She goes to sleep
And she can just dream,
And not have to be,
In this stinkey trailer with me,
O when I feel blue
Don't know what to do
I look at you
And I just say... :P

Jimmy & Future "Sweet Home Alabama"
Future - "Well Jimmy moved in with his mother,"
Future - "Cause he ain't got no place to go,"
Jimmy - "And now I'm right back in the gutter,"
Jimmy - "With a garbage bag thats full of clothes,"
Future - "Cause you live at home in a trailor,"
Future - "What the hell you gonna do? YEEHAW!"
Jimmy - "Cause I live at home in a trailor,"
Jimmy - "Mama I'm coming home to you!"
Future - "Uh, break it down, uh"
Jimmy - "Well my name is Jimmy,"
Jimmy - "His name is Greg Buehle,"
Jimmy - "Me, him, and you, we went to the same school,"
Jimmy - "This ain't cool, I'm in a rage,"
Jimmy - "He's tapping my mom, we're almost the same age,"
Jimmy - "On the microphone I drop bombs,"
Jimmy - "Look at this car, thanks a lot mom!"
Jimmy - (Avec la voix de sa mère) "Here Happy Birthday Rabbit, here's a brand new car you can have it,"
Jimmy - "A 1928 Delta, this shit won't even get me to the Shelter!"

Against Xzibit
Ok, folks, enough with the gay jokes,
Especially from a gay broke bitch yourself, eloc?
His style's doo you worked here longer
Than me, and I get paid more than you do,
Dog take a seat, what this guy's standing in line for,
He ain't got money to eat!
Check this out, yo yo, this guy cashed his whole check,
And bought one ho-ho
Fucking homo, little maggot, you can't hack it
Paul's gay, your a faggot, at least he admits it,
Don't even risk it, this guys starving to death,
Someone get him a biscuit!
I don't know what they told you, Mike,
You must had them corn rolls rolled too tight
This job, you wanna quit, but you can't
You worked at this plant so long, your a plant,
Look at your god damn boots
For Christs sake, their starting to grow roots!
At this mic you be fadin,
You look like a pissed off rapper who never made it
Why you fuckin with the gay guy g,
When really your the one that's got the H.I.V.!
Man, I'm done with this clown.


First battle B. Rabbit vs Lickity
This guy raps like his parents jerked him,
He sounds like Eric Sermon, the generic version,
This whole crowd looks suspicious, it's all dudes in here,
Cept for these bitches,
So I'm a German eh, thats ok,
You look like a fucking worm with braids,
These leaders of the free world rookies,
Lookie, how can 6 dicks beat pussies?
Talkin about shit's creek,
Bitch you can 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 spitting this shit,
Quickity, Lickity, shot, to Squickity Split, Lickity,
So I'ma turn around with a great smile,
And walk my white ass back across 8 Mile!

Last battle vs Papa Doc
Now everybody from the 3-1-3,
Put your mother fucking hands up, and follow me,
Everybody from the 313, put your mother fucking hands up, look, look,
Now while he stands tough, notice this man did not have his hands up,
This free worlds got you gassed up,
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
1, 2, 3, and to the 4, one pac, two pac, three pac, four,
Four pac, three pac, two pac, one, your pac, he's pac, yo pac, none!
This guy ain't no mother fucking MC
I know everything he's got to say against me!
I am White, I am a fucking bum, I do live in a trailer with my mom
My boy Future is a Uncle Tom, I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob,
Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun, I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps,
And Whig did fuck my girl, I'm still standing here screaming "Fuck The Free World!"
Don't ever try to judge me dude, you don't know what the fuck I've been thru,
But I know something about you, your went to Crambrook, that's a private school,
Whats a matter dog, you embarassed, this guy's a gangster, his real name's Clarence,
And Clarence lives at home with both parents, and Clarence's parents have a real good marriage,
This guy don't wanna battle, he's shook, cause ain't no such thing
As "Rap Like Crooks",
He scared to death, he's scared to look at his fucking yearbook,

Fuck Crambrook,
Fuck a beat,
I go Acapella,
Fuck a Papa Doc,
Fuck a clock,
Fuck a trailer,
Fuck everybody,
Fuck y'all if you doubt me, I'm a piece
Of fucking white trash I say it proudly,
And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win,
I'm outie, here tell these people something they don't know about me.