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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]
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
20.1s
Okay, okay. Forty-five seconds. Very nice. And you did a good job, Li'I Bitch... I mean, Li'I Tic. My bad. Next up is my boy Bunny Rabbit. [Booing] Hey, nigga, talk all that shit if you want to, but I vouch for this motherfucker right here... he's a motherfucking genius. Dig that shit. Forty-five seconds, Rabbit. D.J., kick it.
8 Mile
24.5s
Come on. Yo! Can I get some fuckin' privacy here, man? All right. Come on, man, come on. Why? Yo, my bad, man. Look, if something's going to happen with this shit, it needs to happen now. Hey, man, I feel you. I know exactly what you're talking about. All right, come on, man. How you feelin'? I feel good. You feel good? Yeah. I'm ready. You sure?
8 Mile