The clip Rabbit verses Lotto Part 2 from 8 Mile (2002) with Eminem, Mekhi Phifer
You can't fuck with us. Yeah.
Let's see what you got.
Come on, Rabbit.!
Come on, Rabbit! Get him!
No more here. Nah!
Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver
So was Eddie Haskell Wally and Ms. Cleaver
Who-oa! This guy keeps screamin' He's paranoid
Quick, someone get his ass another steroid
Blah-de-bee-bee, blah blah Blah-be-dee, blooh blah
I didn't hear a word you said Hippity-hoo blah
Is that a tank top Or a new bra
Look, Snoop Dogg has got a fuckin' boob job
Didn't you listen to the last round, meathead Pay attention
You're sayin' the same shit that he said
I'm gonna fuck you up!
Matter of fact, dawg, here's a pencil Go home, write some shit
Make it suspenseful And don't come back until somethin' dope hit you
Fuck it, you could take the mike home with you
Whoa.! Lookin' like a cyclone hit you
Tank top's screamin' "Lotto, I don't fit you"
You see how far Them white jokes get you, boys like
"How's Vanilla Ice gonna dis you"
My motto, fuck Lotto I'll get the seven digits from yo'mother for a dollar tomorrow
Oh! O-Oh! Oh, oh, oh!
It's as real as it feels.! It's as real as it feels.!
A'ight, hold on. Hold on. Hold on. That was some close shit.
Let's see what's poppin'. A'ight, how are you feelin' about Lotto up here?
Okay, okay, okay. B
Okay. We gonna do this again. We gonna do this again.