Eminem - 8 Mile Freestyle Pt.Ii Vs Lotto

Lotto
Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward right here once and for all.
I'm sick of the motha fka! Check this s**t out!

Yo! I'll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me!
This s**t is a horror flick, but a black guy doesn't die in this movie!
fkin' wit Lotto, dawg, you gotta be kiddin!
That makes me believe you really don't have an interest in livin!
You think these gonna feel the s**t you say?
I got a better chance joining the KKK.
On some real s**t, though, I like you
That's why I didn't wanna have to be the one you commit suicide to
fk '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 s**t to last
So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass
And all's well that ends ok?
So I'll end this s**t with a "fk you, but have a nice day!"

Rabbit
Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver
So was Eddie Haskal, Wally, and Ms. Cleaver
This guy keeps screamin', he's paranoid!
Quick, someone get his as* another steroid!
"Blahbity bloo blah blah blahbity blooh blah!"
I ain't hear a word you said, "hipidy hooblah!"
Is that a tank top, or a new bra?
Look Snoop Dogg just got a fkin' boob job!
Didn't you listen to the last round, meat head?
Pay attention, you're saying the same s**t that he said!
Matter fact, dog here's a pencil
Go home, write some s**t, make it suspenseful,
And don't come back until something dope hits you
fk it! You can take the mic home with you!
Looking like a cyclone hit you,
Tank top screamin', "Lotto, I don't fit you!"
You see how far them white jokes get you?
Boys like How Vanilla Ice gonna diss you?
My motto: fck Lotto!
Ill get the 7 digits from your mother for a dolla' tomorrow!

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