Eminem Vs Free World - 8 Mile Final Battles | Текст песни

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• Eminem Vs Free World
• 8 Mile Final Battles

1.
This guy's a choke artist
Ya catch a bad one
Your better off shootin yourself
With Papa doc?s handgun
Climbin up this mountain your weak
Ill leave you lost without a paddle
Floatin shits creek

You ain't Detroit, Im the D
Your the new kid on the block
Bout to get smacked back to the boonedocks
Fuckin Nazi, this crowd ain't your type
Take some real advice and form a group with Vanilla Ice
And what I tell you, you better use it
This guy's a hillbilly, this ain't Willie Nelson music

Trailor trash, Ill choke you to your last breath
And have you lookin foolish
Like Cheddar Bob when he shot himself
Silly Rabbit, I know why they call you that
Cause you follow Future like you got carrots up his asscrack
And when you actin up thats when you got jacked up
And left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up

Ill crack your shoulder blade
i'll smack you so hard
Elvis start turnin in his grave
I dont know why they let you out in the dark
You need to take your white ass back across 8 mile
To the trailor park

[Rabbit]
This guy raps like his parents jerkin
He sounds like Erick Sermon, the generic version
This whole crowd looks suspicious
Its all dudes in here, except for these bitches
So Im a German, Eh
Thats ok, you look like a fuckin worm with braids
These Leaders of the Free World rookies
Lookie, how can 6 dicks be pussies

Talkin bout shits creek
Bitch, you could be up piss creek
With paddles this deep
Your still gonna sink
Your a disgrace
Yeah, they call me Rabbit
This is a turtle race

He can't get with me spittin this shit
Wickedly lickety shot
Spick spickety split lickety
So Im gonna turn around with a great smile
And walk my white ass back across 8 mile

2.
{lotto}

I'll spit a racial slur honkie sew me
this shit is a Horror flick but a black guy doesn't die in this movie
i'll do it the lotto style you gotta be kiddin
that makes me believe you really dont have an intrest to live in
you think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say

I got a better chance joining the kkk
for some real shit though i like you
thats why i didn't want to be the one you commit suciside to
fuck lotto call me your leader

I feel bad that i gota murder that dude from leave it to beaver
i used to like that show now you got me in fight backmode
but oh well if you gotta go then you gotta go

I hate to do this i would love for this shit to
last so i'll
take pictures of my rear end so you wont forget my ass
and alls well that ends ok
so i'll end this shit with a fuck you and have a nice day

{B Rabbit}
Word, I Think you were a little hard on the beaver
so was eddie haskle, wallie, and ms. cleaver
This Guy keeps screaming he's paranoid
quick someone get his ass another steroid

Rob bidi bli blob de rob bidi blo blob
I ain't hear a word you said
Hipidi hoo bla
Is that a tank top or a new bra
look snoop dogg just got a fuckin boob job
didn't you listen to the last round meat head
pay attention, you're sayin the same shit that he said
matter fact dogg heres a pencil

go home write some shit make it suspensful
and don't come back untill something dope hits you
fuck it you can take the mic home with you
looking like a cyclone hit you
tank top screaming lotto

I dont fit you
you say how far these white jokes get you
Boy's like how vanilla ice gonna diss you
my motto fuck lotto
i'll get the seven digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow

3.
Now everybody from the 313
Put your mothefucking hands and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your mothefucking hands up
Look Look

Now while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not had his hands up
This free world got you gased up
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf

1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1 pac , 2 pac, 3 pac, 4
4 pac, 3 pac, 2 pac, 1
You're pac, he's pac, no pacs, none

This guy aint no mother-fuckin MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a fuckin 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 fuck my girl,
I'm still standin here screamin "FUCK THE FREE WORLD!"
Don't ever try to judge me dude
You don't know what the fuck i've been through

But i know something about you
You went to Crankbook, that's a private school
What's the matter dawg? You embarrased?
This is guy's a gangster, he's real name's Clarence

And Clarence lives at home with both parents
And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage
This guy don't wanna battle, He's shook
'Cause there no such things as half-way crooks
He's scared to death
He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck Crankbook

Fuck the beat, i go acapella
Fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody
Fuck y'all if you doubt me
I'm a piece of fucking white trash, i say it proudly
And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outty,
Here, tell this people something they dont know about me.