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51.1s
Cheddar, I can rip you to a shred of cheddar cheese. There's not a better M.C. than me. I'm B-Rabbit, bitch. Sting like a bee. Float like a butterfly. What am I? So what if I cut a guy? Did I s-s-stutter, guy? Leave you punch drunk From lunch truck to Shelter. You never felt the wrath of helter-skelter melt ya, got the belt for the welterweight champ. You got in with a fake stamp. [Chuckles] Garbage bag full of clothes, still pullin' ho's. Rip you from head to toe, from leg to bullet hole. Next gun, pull it slow. And aim at Tha Free World 'fore you let it go. Instead of, "Oh! I just shot my dick head." [Laughing] And yes, you do got a big head. I can't call it. Cheddar, where's your wallet? You're so drunk, you can out-drink the Alkoholiks. Make 'em say, "Damn! Cheddar's the man. He needs a can surgically removed from his hand..."
8 Mile
37.5s
Yo, that Leave It To Beaver line almost killed me. You flipped it on him. You got it, man. You're a fuckin' genius, man. Just make sure you serve this clown in the next round for me, please. Whup Papa Doc's ass. Yeah, he ain't got no vocabulary. Are you worried about what he's gonna say? What do you mean? You know, about Wink and that Alex bitch gettin' it on... and then, them beatin' you up and givin' you a black eye and shit? - Come on, Cheddar! - Fuck all that. Listen to me, man. - You makin' history tonight. - [Chuckling] It ain't nothin'. You got him. - Oh, yeah. - You got this. [Cheering, Whistling]
8 Mile
18.1s
What up, Manny? I know. You was late today, Smith. It wasn't my fault. My car wouldn't start. It ain't never your fault. I don't want to hear it. I guess this probably isn't the best timing, but I really need some extra shifts, Manny. Are you shittin' me? You just started working here... Hey, Dutton.
8 Mile
24.8s
"B. "got more.! Say no more.! B-Rabbit advances to the next round.! He's goin' to the finals. He's goin' up against Papa Doc. That's the way it's goin' down. A'ight, check this. Check this. We're goin' to have a 15-minute intermission. Make sure you tip the bartenders and all that. Fifteen minutes, y'all. Y'all be back for the final round, all right? Yeah, that's all right, 'cause Wink got mo' than seven digits from yo' bitch!
8 Mile