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Bunny Rabbit "Lucky Bunny Foot"
Lovers and Crypts, Voodoo-Eros

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Your girl is gonna love Bunny Rabbit, we swear

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• Brooklyn
• Ricky Rabbit
• Bunny Rabbit
• Lindsay Lohan
• Hip-Hop and Rap

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If Nelly could make it to 14 on Billboard's rap chart begging women to get their eagle on, (whatever that means), then this track from a Brooklyn-based white female rapper, consisting only of exhortations toward a rabbit—"Wild out, wild out, wild out, come on Bunny, wild out"—has got to be good for at least a 9 right? From the ether, Ms. Bunny Rabbit and her production partner Black Cracker invent a desperate and unrelenting craving for tiny fight music.

Food For Animals "Can I Live?"
Swampy (Summer Jam) / Can I Live?, Bomb Mitte

Potential Bunny Rabbit cousin Ricky Rabbit handles production for this boho laptop rap trio from College Park, Maryland; Vulture Voltaire is the nom de guerre of their Del the Funky Homosapien-esque MC (and potential predator), spitting here over the eponymous flipped Jay-Z sample. The result repurposes Hov's struggle anthem into a showcase for Rabbit's convulted beat stylings, which speed up pieces of Jay's verse and chorus into explosive slivers for Voltaire to breathe heavily on, a technique he describes as "rapping from the space between the little gaps in the stolen soul-claps."

Pase Rock with Spank Rock and Ronnie Darko "Lindsay Lohan's Revenge"
Single, Internet

In which Ms. Lohan's lower region is compared, uncharitably, to a baby rat. The track shouts out Miami bass, Baltimore club, and Hollywood cheese-o techno alongside a huge dose of Brooklyn realism in the midst of a meditation on fame and folly: The three MCs on the track can't decide whether they want to take the rat home and care for it, or lock it up somewhere far away and never look it again, like the sun. Pase & Co. do conclusively answer the question, "Who's the scariest animal of them all?"