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18.5s
I've seen you flippin' burgers, baby, I know I have! [Chuckles] Yeah, I did that, man. I thought I recognized your face, baby. [Alex, Screaming] Stop it! Fuckin' stop it! Please! Please stop. Stop it. Jimmy, stop it! [Grunting, Groaning] - Jimmy... - How long you been in the game, baby? - Aw, man, fifteen years. - [Grunting, Punch Landing]
8 Mile
29.2s
[Rap On Radio] I look like crap. If we knew it was today, I wouldn't have never gone out drinking... after the show last night. [Wink] I could always reschedule. No, no, no, no, no. I want to do it. Yeah. You want to do it? I want to do it. Yeah. When are we gonna see this little pictorial in a magazine, Alex? Pictorials for Playboy, fool. In fashion, it's "editorial." God damn, Frederick Douglass, will you shut the fuck up? It's for her book, man. - So she can get a job. - That's one book I'd definitely read. [D.J. Iz] That'd be the only one. [Rap Continues, Indistinct]
8 Mile
35.3s
Three-One-Third! We in the house! Never get it twisted, this is my man right here! B-Rabbit! This is my man, right here! Yo, we have it, Rabbit. Yo, we on our way, dawg. We gonna get that big deal soon! And then we go get all the bitches! All the bitches! All the bitches! All the bitches! [Laughing] - Where we goin'? - I'm goin' back to work. Work? Get the fuck outta here. You ain't goin' to work! Yeah, you the man now, dawg. You ain't gotta work. Yeah, fuck Wink. Fuck Tha Free World, we are the shit!
8 Mile
1m8s
- [Door Opening] - Yo, what up, dawg? - What up, dawg? [Wink] Wipe your feet, dawg. I ain't gonna wipe any feet. Hey, where yo' mama at? Workin', dawg. [Laughing] Yo mama.! Tell yo'moms to hang all that shit up. Yo, did you sign me up to battle tomorrow night at the fuckin' Shelter? [Chuckles] What? You heard me. Don't play fuckin'stupid with me, man. Did you sign me up? [Sighs Deeply] Jimmy... You know Papa Doc won last week, so he'll be defending his title. You gotta try to take that shit from him, man. You win battles, you get respect... I don't give a fuck, man! I'm sick of you always thinkin' you know what's best for me, dawg. You ain't my fuckin' father. I'm a grown man. Look, Jimmy, I know... LookJimmy nothin'. Fuck you! I told you not to fuckin' sign me up. What the fuck? You wanna fight me now, huh? Yo, you ain't the Future of shit, bitch! You just David fuckin' Porter. Hey, come on, fellas. You know what? Do what the fuck you wanna do, man. 'Cause I don't give a shit anymore. I really fuckin' don't.
8 Mile