Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver So was Eddie Haskell Wally and Ms. Cleaver Who-oa! This guy keeps screamin' He's paranoid Quick, someone get his ass another steroid Blah-de-bee-bee, blah blah Blah-be-dee, blooh blah I didn't hear a word you said Hippity-hoo blah Is that a tank top Or a new bra Look, Snoop Dogg has got a fuckin' boob job Didn't you listen to the last round, meathead Pay attention - You're sayin' the same shit that he said - I'm gonna fuck you up! Matter of fact, dawg, here's a pencil Go home, write some shit Make it suspenseful And don't come back until somethin' dope hit you Fuck it, you could take the mike home with you [Crowd] Whoa.! Lookin' like a cyclone hit you Tank top's screamin' "Lotto, I don't fit you" You see how far Them white jokes get you, boys like "How's Vanilla Ice gonna dis you" My motto, fuck Lotto I'll get the seven digits from yo'mother for a dollar tomorrow - [Cheering] - [Future] Oh! O-Oh! Oh, oh, oh!
8 Mile
16.6s
Tell her to save me a plate. You killed him. Good shit. A'ight, a'ight, a'ight. Hold it, hold it, hold it. Next up, next up, we got, uh... Ox and Strike. Come to the stage, motherfuckers. We ain't got all day. Yo, Rabbit! [Laughing]
8 Mile
10.7s
- You got it. - All right, my man. I'm goin' first against this choke artist here. Well, baby, you got enough confidence. Get serious. Okay, do your thing. Forty-five seconds. Yo, D.J., spin that shit.
8 Mile
13.8s
Come on, let the artist get to the motherfuckin'stage. Come on, man. All right, come on up. Come on, B-Rabbit. Let him up, let him up. You good? Choose somethin'. Heads. Heads?
8 Mile
13.2s
Okay, okay, B-Rabbit. Call it.! Heads. Heads! Choose. Lotto, it's on you, baby. You first. Don't matter none. D.J., spin that shit!
8 Mile
4.2s
D.J.! Spin that shit! [Bass Begins] [Man] He ain't got shit, I say.!
