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I got to save up some money and get the hell out of here. This shit is ridiculous. [Continues... Guitar] Well, Jimmy moved in with his mother 'Cause he ain't got no place to go And now I'm right back in the gutter With a garbage bag that's full of clothes Bust it, bust it. 'Cause you live at home in a trailer What the hell you gonna do Yee-haw.! 'Cause I live at home in a trailer - Mom, I'm comin' home to you - Break it down. Well, my name is Jimmy His name's Greg Buehl - Me, him and you We went to the same school - School This ain't cool I'm in a rage He's tappin' my mom We're almost the same age On the microphone I drop bombs Look at this car Thanks a lot, Mom Here, happy birthday, Rabbit Here's a brand-new car You can have it A 1928 Delta The shit won't even get me to The Shelter And I can't even say I'm from Motown 'Cause I'm back in the 8-1-0 now 'Cause I live at home in a trailer Mom, I'm comin' home to you Jimmy, you know there's another battle next week, right? - And I don't want to hear shit about it. I'm signin' you up. - Man, don't. - Come on. You got to battle. - Future, I'm not you, dawg. - Look at me. - Listen, once they hear you, it won't matter what color you are. Look, you win some of these battles, Three-One-Third will have all the street credit we need, with you and me as the anchors. Yo, did you hear that, uh, Wink has been talkin' to that promo guy? [Chuckles] Yeah. I heard that bullshit. - Look, Wink is scandalous, dawg. - Could be a shot. You know I'm tryin' to get straight with the Lord, my man up there. So I don't really like bringin' too much negative toward my positive world. But Wink is just talkin' shit. There'll be no action, just talk...
8 Mile
25.3s
So what's he need you for? What's he need me for? Talent, dawg. And you know that's my specialty. I'm the one that tipped him on Big O and got that fat man out of flippin' burgers. Roy liked what he heard, split some cash out for that nigga's demo... and... boom... just like that, Big O got himself a deal, and it's all because of me. Roy paid for Big O's demo? Every penny. If they thought Big O was hot, wait till they get a taste of B-Rabbit.
8 Mile
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]
8 Mile
49.9s
- 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.
8 Mile