8 Mile: Maurice Grant vs B-Rabbit

Lyrics

[Maurice Grant] The Shelter Let me get up in this nigga like smashin' With a red beam, Johnny blastin' Evil is the rhyme assassin Get a guy done, runnin' like haulin' ass and 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' your frown tore up, full of pressure, wanna frown? You don't want to will a nigga known for 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 "7 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