8 Mile Lyrics
Freestyle [Rabbit Vs. Papa Doc] Lyrics
Now everybody from the 313,
put your mother-f*ckin hands up and follow me,
everybody from the 313 put your mother-f*ckin hands up.
Now while he stands tough,
notice that this man did not have his hands up.
The Free World got you gassed up
but whos afraid of the big bad woof?
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1pac, 2pac, 3pac, 4,
4pac, 3pac, 2pac, 1,
You're pac, he's pac, your pac's, none.
This guy aint a mother-f*ckin MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a f*ckin 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 the leg with his own gun,
I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
and Wink did f*ck my girl,
I'm still standin here screamin "F*CK THE FREE WORLD!"
And never try and judge me dude
You don't know what the f*ck i've been through.
But I know something about you,
You went to Cranbrook, thats a private school,
Whats the matter dawg you embarrased?
This guys a gangster?
His real name's Clearance.
And Clearance lives at home with both parents,
And Clearance's parents have a real good marriage,
this guy dont wanna battle, hes shook,
cuz ain't no such things as halfway crooks,
He's scared to death,
He's scared to look in his f*ckin yearbook, f*ck Cranbrook.
F*ck the beat I go accapella,
f*ck a papa doc, f*ck a clock, f*ck a trailer, f*ck everybody,
f*ck y'all if you doubt me,
I'm a piece of f*ckin white trash i say it proudly,
and f*ck this battle i dont wanna win im outtie,
here tell these people something they dont know about me.