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- I'm gonna murder this man - [Shouting] He the type to lose a fight with a dyke They don't laugh 'cause you wack They laugh 'cause you white with a mike [Laughing] You're a laughingstock When will this laughin'stop When you and Everlast Bitch-ass, get popped You a wigga that invented rhyme for money Watch Li'I Tic split kick the Energizer Bunny Rip the Rabbit head off Toss it to Hugh Hefner 'Cause I don't play, boy Now tell me who's fresher [Crowd] You are! L. T., that's right Cock the heat and shoot ya I'll punish Rabbit Or obsolete Future My paws love to maul an M.C. 'Cause he faker than a psychic with caller I.D. So that bullshit Save it for storage 'Cause this is hip-hop You don't belong You're a tourist So put your hockey sticks and baseball bat away 'Cause this here Detroit 16 Mile Road is thataway Thataway [Future] Whoa, whoa.
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20.7s
Yo, I'm outta here. I'll catch you guys later. Man, get yo' mad, ramblin' ass in the car! [Laughs] Yeah. I hope you get a new ride soon. Maybe for that birthday trippin' ass. I'm gonna call yo mama, see what I can work out. [Laughing] - [Future] I got shotgun, Shabba. - [D.J. Iz Laughing] [Sol] Nigga, get in the back, Farrakhan.
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27.7s
Yo, what up, doe? Alex just called. I got one of my friends to take pictures of her when she gets off work. So she needs a ride. You know, that's why she called. - Yo, can you drive? - I don't care. I'll drive. The others be here in a minute, so's my uncle can drop 'em off on the way to work. Hey. I heard that your battlin' tomorrow night. - I'm doin' what? - Someone told me Future signed you up at The Shelter. - Who told you that? - [Knocking On Door]
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47.6s
Your lyrics are shitty Like when I cop a squat Who told you could fuck with the mighty Papa Doc For steppin' on his stage I should rock your knot Don't get too close or you might get shot Yo, nigga, call your mama and tell her come get you And if she knew him she could bring your midget pops with her I put a hole in your head like a. 12-gauge Lookin'like Kris Kross Jiggity-jump your ass on stage 'Cause I'm a grown man, son I'll slaughter you Make your ma wish that her fat ass aborted you Whoa.! A lot ofhostility at the end of the 45 seconds. Let me get that mike from you. Open up a little bit. Let everybody see your Future. Know what I mean? How y'all feelin' about Shorty Mike right here? [Booing, Yelling] Kind of mediocre love? Just a'ight for Shorty Mike? What do you all think of Papa Doc, man? That's what I'm talking about.! Papa Doc.! [Cheering]
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48.2s
Man, I don't even know why you got to be all like that. This is a good deal for him. This shit is for real. Oh. It's for real? - Like that time you said your cousin worked for Dr. Dre? - [Snickering] Or like that time you were real tight with that intern in Russell Simmons' office? - [Laughing] - Or how about the time... Man, shut the fuck up! Why you always givin' me shit, man? I mean, is it because I'm makin' moves? Or is it because your ass is stuck hosting battles for, like, two years? - You're a fuckin' loser. - Who the fuck you callin' a loser? Chill, man! Chill! How can you guys fight about this shit now? I know what you're trying to do with our group, bitch! [All Yelling] Cheddar's layin' up in the fuckin' hospital and you guys want to fight about this? So fuckin' stupid.
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24.3s
You were so good outside. - In line at a lunch truck? - Yeah. And at the Chin Tiki the other night? And that demo thing with Wink? You're gonna get a deal soon. [Whispers] I feel it. You was in the parkin' lot the other night? My friends think you're crazy. Yo, your friends don't even know me.
8 Mile
2m30s
Man, I'm gettin' so sick and tired Of fuckin' with this steel They only give us 30 minutes to eat lunch and chill My body achin' just to get a buck I'm sick of eatin' this shit off this fuckin' lunch truck Nasty-ass food I'm in a nasty-ass mood I should have called in sick Shit, I had somethin' to do I can't believe I'm hearin' all this ravin' and rantin' From Vanessa up here at the New Detroit Stampin' You need to get your food and take your ass back to work You're dreamin' if you think them corny-ass raps will work Look at y'all Standin'out here freezin' like dumb fucks Rappin' away for food off this raggedy lunch truck Who want what Who pumped up to get rolled up I spit venom in every direction Soak some up Look at this fat-ass nigga Sloppy sucker You an ugly motherfucker Your pop should have wore a rubber Stop rhymin' Keep your day job, Vanessa Next time, leave that bullshit home on the dresser Speaking of dresses Take a look at Paul the fruitcake When you travel you probably pack panties in your suitcase Made out oflace from Victoria's Secret If ten men came in a cup you'd probably drink it [Crowd Groaning, Laughing] Okay folks Enough with the gay jokes Especially from a gay broke bitch yourself, eh, loc Who is this... His style is doo-doo You've worked here longer than me and I get paid more than you do Serious, man. Dawg, take a seat What's this guy standin' in line for He ain't got money to eat Check this out Yo, yo This guy cashed his whole check and bought one Ho-Ho [Laughing] Fuckin' homo, little maggot You can't hack it Paul's gay, you're a faggot At least he admits it Don't even risk it - This guy's starvin' to death Someone get him a biscuit - [Laughing] I don't know what they told you, Mike You must have had them cornrows rolled too tight This job, you wanna quit But you can't You've worked at this plant so long, you're a plant Look at your goddamn boots For Christ sakes - They're startin' to grow roots - [Laughing] On this mike you get faded - You look like a pissed-off rapper who never made it - [Crowd] Ooh! Hey, why you fuckin' with the gay guy, "G" When really you're the one who's got the H.I.V. [Crowd] Ooh! Man, I'm done with this clown He's soft Fuck it, I'll let homegirl finish you off [Yelling] [Vanessa] A guy like you would never get a real woman You jackass, gojack off That's the only way you comin' Hey, lookin' for your brother?
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