8 Mile: Lotto vs B-Rabbit

[Lotto (Nashawn 'Ox' Breedlove)] Yo, I'll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me The shit is a horror flick, but the black guy doesn't die in this movie Fuckin' with Lotto? Dawg, you gotta be kiddin' That makes me believe you really don't have an interest in livin' You think these niggas gon' feel the shit you say? 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 "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 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 okay So I'll end this shit with a "Fuck you", but "Have a nice day!" [B-Rabbit (Eminem)] Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver So was Eddie Haskell, Wally, and Ms Cleaver This guy keeps screamin', he's paranoid Quick, someone get his ass another steroid! "Blah-badi-boo-blah, bah-badi-bloo-blah!" I ain't hear a word you said: "Hippity hoopla!" Is that a tank-top or a new bra? Look! Snoop Dogg just got a fuckin' boobjob Didn't you listen to the last round, meathead? Pay attention, you're sayin' the same shit that he said Matter of fact, dawg, here's a pencil Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful And don't come back until somethin' 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 fit you!" You see how far the white jokes get you Boys like, "How Vanilla Ice gon' diss you?" My motto: "Fuck Lotto!" I get the seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow