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1m15s
Oh.! Now right beside me is the championship round. And yes, believe it's real. It's time! We got Papa Doc... and we got B-Rabbit. Now, I don't even have to stress how important this is. It's the championship.! This motherfucker is what we came to see. Know what I'm sayin'? That's why the fuck we're in the "D." We represent! We at The Shelter, goddamn it! It's real! I hope y'all ready! This shit is about to be already crackolatin' up in this bitch. A'ight, hold on, hold on, hold on! Gotta do this coin toss. And bein' that Papa Doc is the champion, you get to choose. What do you want to do, heads or tails? Heads. Heads. [Coin Ringing] Okay. Who goes first? Let that bitch go first. Whoa, ho, ho. Whoa, ho, whoa! I can't believe my ears. A lot of hostility! Papa got a lot of anger! All right, all right, all right. Hey, check this out. We got new rules. We got new rules. Bein' it's the championship round. Each of these cats, they get a minute and a half apiece. I don't know what's gonna happen. You ready?
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
1m44s
Now, everybody from the 3-1-3 Put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me Everybody from the 3-1-3 Put your motherfuckin' hands up Look, look Now while he stands tough Notice this man did not have his hands up This Free World's got you gassed up Now who's afraid of the big, bad wolf One, two, three and to the four One Pac, 2Pac, 3Pac, four 4Pac, 3Pac, 2Pac, one You're Pac, he's Pac No Pac, none This guy ain't no motherfuckin' M.C. I know everything he's got to say against me I am white, I am a fuckin' bum I do live in a trailer with my mom My boy Future is an Uncle Tom I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun I did get jumped by all six of you chumps And Wink did fuck my girl I'm still standin' here screamin' "Fuck Tha Free World" Don't never try to judge me Dude, you don't know what the fuck I been through But I know something about you You went to Cranbrook That's a private school What's the matter, dawg You embarrassed This guy's a gangsta His real name's Clarence Clarence lives at home with both parents, Clarence's parents have a real good marriage He don't know how to battle He's shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks He's scared to death He's scared to look At his fuckin'yearbook - Fuck Cranbrook - [Music Stops] Fuck a beat. I go a cappella. Fuck a Papa Doc. Fuck a clock. Fuck a trailer. Fuck everybody. Fuck y'all if you doubt me! I'm a piece of fuckin' white trash, I say it proudly. And fuck this battle. I don't want to win. I'm outtie. Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.
8 Mile