Lil' Tic vs. B Rabbit
I'm gonna murder this man.
the type to lose a fight with a dyke
They don't laugh cause your wack
They laugh cause you white with a mic
Your a laughingstock, when will this laughin stop
When you and Everlast
B*tch-ass, get popped
You a wigga that invented rhyme for money
Watch Lil' Tic spilt kick the Energizer Bunny
Rip the Rabbit's head
Toss it to Hugh Hefner
Cause I don't play, boy
Now tell my who's fresher
L.T., that's right
Cock the heat and shoot ya
I'll punish Rabbit ot obselete Future
My paws love to maul an M.C.
Cause he's faker then a psychic with caller I.D.
So that bullsh*t, save it for storage
Cause this is hip hop, you don't belong
Your a tourist
So your hockey sticks and baseball bat away
'Cause this here Detroit, 16 mile Road is thata-way...... thata-way

Rabbit vs. Lickety Split 

(Lickety Split) 
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 

(Rabbit) 
This guy raps like his parents jerkin 
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 ass back across 8 mile 


Rabbit vs. Lotto 

[Lotto] 
I'll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me! 
This shit is a horror flick, but the black guy doesn't die in this movie! 
You mess wit Lotto, dawg, you gotta be kiddin! 
That makes me believe you really dont have an interest in livin! 
You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say? 
I got a betta chance of joining the KKK. 
Or some real shit, though, 
I like you 
That's why I didn't wanna have to be the one you commit sucide to 
Fuck 'Lotto,' call me your leader I feel bad I gotta murder that dude from "Leave It To Beaver" 
I used to like that show, now you got me to "fight back" mode 
But oh well, if you gotta go, then you gotta go! 
I hate to do this, I would like 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 well, ok? 
So I'll end this shit wit a "FUCK you, have a nice day!" 

(Rabbit) 
Warren, I think you were a little hard on the beaver 
So was Eddie Haskal, Wally, and Mrs. Cleaver 
This guy keeps screamin, he's paranoid! 
Quick, someone get his ass another steriod! 
"Blah blah blah, blah blah bee bloo blah!" 
I didn't hear a word you said, "hipidy hooblah!" 
Is that a tank top, or a new bra? 
Look, Snoop Dogg just got a fuckin boob job! 
Didn't you listen to the last round, meat head? 
Pay attention, you're sayin the same shit that he said! 
Matter fact, dawg, here's a pencil 
Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful, 
And don't come back until something dope hits you 
Fuck it, you can take the mic home wit you! 
Lookin like a cyclone hit you, 
Tank top screamin, "Lotto, I don't fit you!" 
You see how far those white jokes get you 
Boy's like "How Vanilla Ice gonna diss you?" 
My motto: Fuck Lotto! 
I'll get the 7 digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow 


Artist: Eminem
Song: Finals of Rap Battle

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 m.c.
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, thats a private school,
Whats a matter dog, you embarassed, this guys 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,

(beat stops)

Fuck a beat, i go acapella, fuck a papa dock,  fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody,
Fuck yall 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

Artist: Eminem
Song: Lunch Truck Freestyle

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's 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' 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