1- Look, Snoop Dogg just got a fucking boob job
1- Look, Snoop Dogg just got a fucking boob job
Didn’t you listen to the last round, meathead?
Pay attention You’re saying the same shit he said
Matter of fact, dawg Here’s a pencil
Go home, write some shit Make it suspenseful
Don’t come back ’til something dope hits you
Fuck it You can take the mic home wit’ you
Looking like a cyclone hit you
Tank top screaming, “Lotto, I don’t fit you!”
You see how far them white jokes get you
Boys like, “How’s Vanilla Ice gon’ dis you?”
My motto.; Fuck Lotto
I’ll get the seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow
It’s real as it feels!
Hold on! That was some close shit. Let’s see what’s popping.
How y’all feel about Lotto?
Let’s do it again. It’s hard to judge.
We’ll start with Lotto.
Okay, lotta love, lotta love!
What about B-Rabbit?
Say no more!
B- Rabbit advances to the next round!
He goes to the finals against Papa Doc!
That’s the way it’s going down.
Okay, check this. 15-minute intermission.
Make sure you tip the bartenders. 15 minutes.
You did your thing, man.
That’s okay, ’cause Wink got more than seven digits from your bitch!
You did it, kid.
Fuck him. Fuck Lyckety, man.
That Beaver line almost killed me.
But you flipped it.
You got it, man. You’re a fucking genius.
Make sure you serve this clown in the next round for me.
– Whip Papa Doc’s ass! – He’s got no vocabulary.
You worried about what he’ll say?
What do you mean?
About Wink and that Alex bitch getting it on…
and them beating you up and giving you a black eye and shit.
Cheddar! Fuck that. Listen to me.
You’re making history tonight.
Yeah, he ain’t nothing. You got it!
You got this.
All right. You know what’s happening.
It’s the championship round. Yes, believe it’s real.
It’s time. We got Papa Doc…
and we got B-Rabbit.
I don’t have to stress how important this is.
It’s the championship.
This motherfucker is what we came to see.
That’s why the fuck we’re in the D.
We represent. We at The Shelter.
It’s real. I hope you’re all ready.
This shit is about to be crackolating in here.
Let’s do the coin toss.
As Papa Doc is defending champion, you get to choose.
What do you want, heads or tails?
Okay. Who goes first?
Let that bitch go first.
I can’t believe my ears. A lot of hostility.
Papa’s got a lot of anger.
All right, check this out. We got new rules.
Being it’s the championship round, each of these cats…
gets a minute and a half apiece.
I don’t know what’ll happen!
you know what to do.
DJ, kick that shit.
Now everybody from the 313
Put your motherfucking hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313 Put your motherfucking hands up
Now while he stands tough
Notice this man did not have his hands up
This Free World’s got you gassed up
Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
One, two, three and to the four
One Pac, two Pac, three Pac, four
Four Pac, three Pac, two Pac, one
You’re Pac, he’s Pac, you’re Pac none
This guy’s no motherfucking 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 an 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 six of you chumps
And Wink did fuck my girl
I’m still standing here screaming “Fuck Tha Free World”
Don’t ever try to judge me, dude
You don’t know what the fuck I’ve been through
But I know something about you
You went to Cranbrook That’s a private school
What’s the matter, dawg? You embarrassed?
This guy’s a gangsta? His real name’s Clarence
Clarence lives at home with both parents
Clarence’s parents have a real good marriage
This guy don’t wanna battle He’s shook
‘Cause ain’t no such thing as halfway crooks
He’s scared to death
He’s scared to look in his fucking yearbook
Fuck a beat I go a cappella
Fuck a Papa Doc
Fuck a clock Fuck a trailer
Fuck y’all if you doubt me
I’m a piece of fucking white trash I say it proudly
Fuck this battle I don’t want to win, I’m outtie
Here, tell these people something they don’t know about me
Papa Doc, what are you gonna do?
A minute and a half! Spin that shit!
Spin that shit!
We got a new champion!
Let’s roll, man.
Fuck Free World!1!
Three One Third is in the house!
Don’t get it twisted, this is my man here!
This is my man right here.
Where we headed, Rabbit?
We’re on our way.
We’re gonna get that big deal soon! Then we’ll get all the bitches!
All the bitches.
Where are we going?
I’m going back to work.
Get out of here. You ain’t going to work.
You the man now. You ain’t got to work.
Fuck Wink! Fuck Tha Free World!
We are the shit!
Man, I’ve been thinking.
We should host the battles together, you know what I’m saying?
No. That’s you, dawg.
Come on. Tell me you don’t want to host with me.
You’ll have everybody looking up to you…
everybody’ll know who you are.
I think I need to just do my own thing, man.
Yeah, I think I do.
All right, Rabbit.
Peace out, Rabbit!
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