8 Mile: Maurice Grant vs B-Rabbit

[Maurice Grant] The Shelter Let me get up in this nigga like smashin' With a red beam Johny blastin' Evil is the rhyme assassin Get a guy runnin', like haulin' ass Bury you pink rabbits for askin' Closed caption nigga don't say a word When these flames get to burnin' up Burnin' you down Leavin' you ground tore up From the pressure Wanna frown Don't want the nigga known pullin' triggers Hoist this fool on my neck back-break this nigga [B-Rabbit] Yo Check it out Look, look Yo, I gotta flow I'm from the Mo, you ain't Detroit, hoe Talkin' about seven mile, change your style I read your bio, you're really from Ohio I'm vile This guy's so fuckin' fat I can't even see his eyes when he smiles Yo, listen to this Motherfuckin' rhyme, yo chicken, we can do this As a matter of fact have another beer I'll be right back, dawg, I'ma set the mic right here