Chew something.

Heads.

You got it.

Man, I thought first against this Chocartist, man.

K.O.A. got enough punches.

Hey, do your thing.

45 seconds. Yo, DJ, spit that shit.

I got it.

Free world, okay.

Tell you something.

Check this out.

Check this out.

Yo.

This guy's a Chocartist.

You catch a bad one, you better off shooting yourself with Papa Doc's handgun.

Climbing up this mountain, you're weak.

I'll leave you lost without a paddle to go to Chips Creek.

You ain't Detroit, I'm the D.

You the new kid on the block, about to get smacked back to the boondock.

Fucking Nazi, your squad ain't your type.

Take some real advice and form a group with Vanilla Ice.

And what'd I tell you?

You better use it. This guy's a hillbilly.

This ain't Willie Nelson music.

Chain of trash, I choked you to your last breath and have you looking 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 asscrap.

And when you wrapped it up, that's when you got jacked up and now stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up.

I got your shoulder blade.

You'll get dropped so hard that Elvis will start turning in his grave.

I don't know why they let you out in the dark.

Take your white ass back across eight miles to the trailer park.

Very nice, very nice.

Let me get that mic, man.

Pretty good, pretty good. Hip-hop one-on-one.

Hey, bunny rabbit.

It's your turn, baby.

45 seconds.

Let this motherfucker feel it.

Alright? Yo, DJ, spin that shit.

Come on, baby!

Don't choke this time.

Alright, look.

Hey, yo.

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, except for these bitches.

So I'm a German, eh?

That's okay.

You look like a fuckin' worm with brains.

These niggas are the free world rookies.

Lookie, how can six dicks be pussies?

Talkin' bout six Greeks.

Bitch, you could be a piss freak.

Wick paddle. This D is still gonna sink.

You're a disgrace.

Yeah, they call me rabbit.

This is a turtle race.

You know me, spittin' this shit.

We can be lickety-shot.

Suspicious biggity-splick-lickety.

Remember, turn around with a great smile and walk my white ass back and forth eight miles.

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

That's what I'm talkin' about!

It's unanimous!

Money Rabbit goes to the next round!

Hey, Lickety!

Tell your mama I'ma be over later.

Okay, okay, Big Rabbit, call.

Heads.

Heads!

Shoes.

Laddo, it's on you, baby.

You first.

DJ, spin that shit!

Oh!

He's takin' a shot at that.

I'm about to smash this guy.

Fuck this coward, bro.

He won't leave the motherfuckin' house.

What's goin' on, baby?

Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward right here.

Sick of this motherfucker.

Check this shit out.

Rip it, baby, rip it. Yeah.

Huh. Huh.

Yo.

I spit a racial slur, honky sooty.

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

Fuckin' Roboto Dog, you gotta be kiddin'.

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

You think these niggas gon' feel?

Shit too safe?

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 battle, call me your leader.

I feel bad that I gotta murder that dude from Leave it to Beaver.

I used to love that show.

Now you got me, you fight back more.

But oh well, if you got gold, 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 oh well, the end's okay, so I'll end this shit with a fuck you and have a nice day.

Whoa, whoa, okay, okay.

Can't be madder, can't be madder.

I can kill that fucked up white boy.

I ain't shit.

Settle down, settle down.

Get a better chance.

All right, Money Rabbit's up next.

All right, B-Rabbit.

You got the mic.

It's on you.

You know what to do.

DJ, spit that shit.

You know what to do.

DJ, spit that shit.

You ain't got nothing left.

Hold up, we got something.

You can't do no more than I spit.

See what you got.

Come on, Rabbit.

Get him.

No more than you.

Lord, I think you were a little hard on the beaver.

So was Eddie Haskell,

Wally, and Miss Cleaver.

This guy keeps screaming.

He's paranoid.

Quick, someone get his ass another steroid.

Hi there, what did you say?

Is that a tank top or a new bra?

Look, Snoop Dogg has got a fucking boob job.

Did you listen to the last round, Meathead?

Pay attention.

You're saying the same shit that he said.

As a matter of fact, dog, 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 with you.

Lookin' like a cyclone hit you.

Tank top screamin', Lotto, I don't beat you.

You see how far the white jokes get you?

Boys like,

Alvin Miller, I ain't gon' diss you.

My motto, fuck Lotto.

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

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Y'all know what's happening.

It's the championship round.

And yes, believe it's real.

It's time.

We got Papa Doc and we got

B-Rap.

Now, I don't even have to stress how important this is.

It's the championship.

We got this motherfucker.

You know what I'm sayin'?

That's why the fuck we in the D.

B-Rap is here.

We at the shelter, God damn it.

It's real.

I hope y'all ready.

It's shit.

It's about to be all the crackin' up in this bitch.

All right, hold on, hold on, hold on.

Gotta do this coin toss.

And being that Papa Doc, the defending champion, you get to choose.

Let that bitch go fly.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I can't believe my ass.

A lot of hostility.

All right, all right, all right.

Hey, check this out.

We got new rules.

V-N-X championship round.

Each of these cats, they get a minute and a half of this.

I don't know what's gonna happen.

You ready?

You know what to do.

DJ, kick that shit.

Yo, yoey, yoey, yoey, yoey.

Yo, everybody from the three-one-three, put your muthafuckin' hands up, then follow me.

Everybody from the three-one-three, put your muthafuckin' hands up, look, look.

Now, while he stands tough, notice that this man did not have his hands up.

This free world's got you gassed up.

Now, who's afraid of the big, bad force?

One, two, three, into the four.

One pops, two pops, three pops, four.

Four pops, three pops, two pops, one.

Your pops, his pops, your pops, none.

This guy ain't no muthafuckin' MC.

I know everything he's got to say against me.

I am white, I am a fuckin' bum.

I do live in a trailer with my mom.

My boy Future is an Uncle Tom.

I do got a young 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 we did fuck, my girl.

I'm still standing here screaming, fuckin' 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 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.

There ain't no such thing as this halfway crook.

He's scared to death.

He's scared to look at his fuckin' yearbook.

Fuck Cranbrook.

Fuck a beat.

I go acapella.

Fuck a pop, a doc.

Fuck a clock.

Fuck a trailer.

Fuck everybody.

Fuck y'all if you doubt me.

I'm a piece of fuckin' white trash.

I say it proudly.

Fuck this battle.

I don't wanna win.

I'm outtie.

Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.

Yo.

Fuck free world.

We want free.

Fuck free world.

We want free.

Fuck free world.

We want free.

We want free.

We got that.

Yo, we got that.

We got that.

We got that.

We got that.

We got that.