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doesn't die in this movie

F***in' with Lotto

You got to be kiddin'

That makes me believe

you've no interest in livin'

You think these niggas

gonna feel the sh*t you say?

I got a better chance

joining the KKK

On some real sh*t, though?

I like you

That's why I didn't want to be

the one you commit suicide to

F*** Lotto

Call me your leader

I feel bad I gotta murder

that dude from Leave it to Beaver

I used to like that show

Now I'm in fight-back mode

Oh, well

If you got to go, you got to go

I hate to do this

I'd love for this sh*t to last

I'll take pictures of my rear end

So you won't forget my ass

All's well that ends okay

So I'll end this sh*t with

''F*** you, but have a nice day!''

[Audience hoots]

Whoa, okay, okay.

Can't be mad, can't be bad.

You killed that f***ed-up white boy.

SOL:
That ain't sh*t.

FUTURE:
Settle down.

Give the man a chance.

Bunny Rabbit's up next.

All right, B-Rabbit.

You got the mike. It's on you.

You know what to do.

DJ, spin that sh*t!

[Background beat begins]

You got something?

You can't f*** with us!

Let's see what you got.

SOL:
Come on, Rabbit!

CHEDDAR:
Get him!

[Rapping] ''Ward, I think you were

a little hard on the Beaver''

So was Eddie Haskell,

Wally and Miz Cleaver

This guy keeps screaming

He's paranoid

Quick, someone get his ass

another steroid

Blah-biddy, bloo-blah

blah-blah-biddy, bloo-blah

I ain't hear a word you said

Hippety hoo-plah

Is that a tank top or a new bra?

Look, Snoop Dogg

just got a f***in' boob job

Didn't you listen to

the last round, meathead?

Pay attention

You're saying the same sh*t he said

Matter of fact, dawg

Here's a pencil

Go home, write some sh*t

Make it suspenseful

Don't come back

'til something dope hits you

F*** it

You can take the mic home wit' you

Lookin' like a cyclone hit you

Tank top screaming,

''Lotto, I don't fit you!''

You see how far

them white jokes get you

Boys like,

''How's Vanilla Ice gon' dis you?''

[Unaccompanied] My motto.;

F*** Lotto

I'll get the seven digits from your

mother for a dollar tomorrow

[Audience hooting]

FUTURE:
It's real as it feels!

Hold on! That was some close sh*t.

Let's see what's poppin'.

How y'all feel about Lotto?

[Moderate applause]

Okay! B-Rabbit?

[Slightly louder applause]

Let's do it again.

It's hard to judge.

We'll start with Lotto.

[Moderate applause]

FUTURE:
Okay, lotta love, lotta love!

What about B-Rabbit?

[Riotous applause]

FUTURE:
Say no more!

B-Rabbit advances to the next round!

He goes to the finals

against Papa Doc!

That's the way it's going down.

Okay, check this.

Make sure you tip the bartenders.

You did your thing, man.

That's okay, 'cause Wink got more

than seven digits from your b*tch!

You did it, kid.

F*** him. F*** Lyckety, man.

That Beaver line almost killed me.

SOL:
But you flipped it.

FUTURE:
You got it, man.

You're a f***ing genius.

Make sure you serve this clown

in the next round for me.

-Whip Papa Doc's ass!

-He's got no vocabulary.

You worried about what he'll say?

What do you mean?

About Wink and that Alex b*tch

getting it on...

and them beating you up

and giving you a black eye and sh*t.

SOL:
Cheddar!

FUTURE:
F*** that. Listen to me.

You're making history tonight.

Yeah, he ain't nothing. You got it!

You got this.

[Audience cheering]

FUTURE:
All right.

You know what's happening.

It's the championship round.

Yes, believe it's real.

It's time. We got Papa Doc...

and we got B-Rabbit.

I don't have to stress

how important this is.

It's the championship.

This motherf***er

is what we came to see.

That's why the f*** we're in the D.

We represent. We at The Shelter.

It's real. I hope you're all ready.

This sh*t is about to be

crackolatin' in here.

Hold on.

Let's do the coin toss.

As Papa Doc is defending champion,

you get to choose.

What do you want, heads or tails?

Heads.

Okay. Who goes first?

Let that b*tch go first.

I can't believe my ears.

A lot of hostility.

Papa's got a lot of anger.

All right, check this out.

We got new rules.

Being it's the championship round,

each of these cats...

gets a minute and a half apiece.

I don't know what'll happen!

B-Rabbit...

you know what to do.

DJ, kick that sh*t.

[Background music begins]

[Rapping] Now everybody from the 313

Put your motherfuckin' hands up

and follow me

Everybody from the 313

Put your motherfuckin' hands up

Look, look

Now while he stands tough

Notice this man

did not have his hands up

This Free World's got you gassed up

Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

One, two, three and to the four

One Pac, two Pac, three Pac, four

Four Pac, three Pac, two Pac, one

You're Pac, he's Pac,

you're Pac none

This guy's no motherfuckin' MC

I know everything

he's got to say against me

I am white

I am a f***in' bum

I do live in a trailer with my mom

My boy Future is an Uncle Tom

I do got a dumb friend

named Cheddar Bob

Who shoots himself in his leg

with his own gun

I did get jumped

by all six of you chumps

And Wink did f*** my girl

I'm still standing here screaming

''F*** Tha Free World''

Don't ever try to judge me, dude

You don't know what the f***

I've been through

But I know something about you

You went to Cranbrook

That's a private school

What's the matter, dawg?

You embarrassed?

This guy's a gangsta?

His real name's Clarence

Clarence lives at home

with both parents

Clarence's parents

have a real good marriage

This guy don't wanna battle

He's shook

'Cause ain't no such thing

as halfway crooks

He's scared to death

He's scared to look

in his f***ing yearbook

F*** Cranbrook

[Background music stops]

F*** a beat

I go a cappella

F*** a Papa Doc

F*** a clock

F*** a trailer

F*** everybody

F*** y'all if you doubt me

I'm a piece of f***in' white trash

I say it proudly

F*** this battle

I don't want to win, I'm outtie

Here, tell these people something

they don't know about me

[Crowd roars]

FUTURE:
Papa Doc, what are you gonna do?

DJ!

A minute and a half! Spin that sh*t!

Spin that sh*t!

[Background music starts]

AUDIENCE:
[Chanting] Crook!

Yo.

[Audience hooting]

FUTURE:
We got a new champion!

B-Rabbit!

PAPA DOC:
Let's roll, man.

AUDIENCE:
[Chanting] F*** Free World!1!

AUDIENCE:
[Chanting] B-Rabbit!

FUTURE:
Three One Third is in the house!

Don't get it twisted,

this is my man here!

This is my man right here.

Where we headed, Rabbit?

We're on our way.

We're gonna get that big deal soon!

Then we'll get all the b*tches!

All the b*tches.

SOL:
Where are we going?

I'm going back to work.

Work?

Get out of here.

You ain't going to work.

You the man now.

You ain't got to work.

F*** Wink! F*** Tha Free World!

We are the sh*t!

What's up?

Hold on.

Man, I've been thinking.

We should host the battles together,

you know what I'm sayin'?

No. That's you, dawg.

Come on. Tell me

you don't want to host with me.

You'll have everybody

looking up to you...

everybody'll know who you are.

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