(Rabbit/Eminem) Ward I think you were a little hard on the Beaver So was Eddie Haskal Wally and Ms. Cleaver This guy keeps screamin, he’s paranoid Quick, someone get his ass another steroid! Blabbedy bloom blah, blum blabbedy bloom blah I ain’t hear a word you said, hibitit hoopla! Is that a tanktop or a new bra? Look, Snoop Dogg, just got a fuckin boob job Did you listen to the last round meathead? Pay attention, ya sayin the same shit that he said (I’ma fuck you up) Matta fact dog, 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 wich you Lookin like a cyclone hit you Tanktop screamin, “Lotto I don’t fit you” You see how far them white jokes get you Boys like, how Vanilla Ice gone diss you? My motto: Fuck Lotto I get the 7 digits from ya mother for a dollar tomorrow