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[Drum Track] Free World, okay? Tell you somethin'. [Bass, Rhythmic Shouting] Check this out. Check this out. Yo. This guy's a choke artist. You catch a bad one, you better off shootin' yourself with Papa Doc's handgun Climbin' up this mountain You're weak, I leave you lost without a paddle Floatin'up shit's creek You ain't Detroit, I'm the "D" You the new kid on the block 'bout to get smacked back to the boondocks Fuckin' Nazi Your squad 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 Trailer trash, I'll choke you to your last breath And have you look foolish Like Cheddar Bob when he shot himself Silly Rabbit I know why they call you that 'Cause you follow Future Like he got carrots up his ass crack And when you acted up That's when you got jacked up and act stupid Like Tina Turner when she got smacked up I crack your shoulder blade You'll get dropped so hard That Elvis'll start turnin' in his grave - [Laughing, Groaning] - Now I know why they left you out in the dark Take your white ass back across 8 Mile to the trailer park Oh, no, oh.! Okay, okay, okay. Okay, okay. Very nice, very nice. Let me get that mike, man. Pretty good, pretty good. Hip-hop 101. Hey, Bunny Rabbit. It's your turn, baby. Forty-five seconds. Let this motherfucker feel it. A'ight? Yo, D.J., spin that shit.
8 Mile
41.5s
What happened to you? Cheddar Bob had an accident. He's fine. I'm fine. You and your friends. Mom, don't start, please. It's been a long fuckin' night. Tell me about it. Me and Greg are havin' problems. - He found out about the eviction? - No. The settlement check ain't comin'? No, it's comin; It's comin'. It's our... It's our sex life. Mom, I don't want to hear this shit. I mean, it's good. It's real good. But he just doesn't like... Mom, I don't want to hear this. Greg won't go down on me. Mom!
8 Mile
31.7s
Just for a couple weeks. Got to save up enough to get my own place. Just like Bob Zurowsky. You're plannin' on still living at home, aren't you, Rabbit? Okay. What a bunch of fuckin' losers. - Fuck you.! - Jimmy.! - What's your problem, you little ingrate? - What's your problem? Don't kick my fuckin' clothes! Don't fuckin'judge me, man! Why don't you grow up? Goin' around actin' like a punk. Motherfucker, what's up? Stop! Fuckin' punk! Stop it.! - [Dog Barking] - Hey, Lily.
8 Mile