Eminem - B-Rabbit Vs. Papa Doc (Freestyle From 8 Mile) lyrics

Now everybody from the 313 put your motha fuckin' hands up and follow me

Now everybody from the 313 put your motha fuckin' hands up

Look look

Now while he stands tough

Notice that this man did not have his hands up

The Free World's got you gassed up

Now who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf

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You're pac he's pac no pac none

This guy ain't no motha fuckin MC

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 standing here screamin' fuck the Free World

Don't ever try to judge me dude

You don't know what the fuck I've been through

But I know something about you

You went to Cranbrook

That's a private school

What's the matter dog?

You embarrassed?

This guy's a gangster?

His real names' Clarence

And Clarence lives at home with both parents

And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage

This guy don't wanna battle he's shook

'Cause there ain't no such thing as halfway crooks

He's scared to death

He's scared to look at his fuckin year book

Fuck Cranbrooke

Fuck a beat I'll go a capella

Fuck Papa Doc

Fuck a clock

Fuck a trailer

Fuck everybody

Fuck ya'll if you doubt me

I'm a piece of fuckin' white trash I say it proudly

And fuck this battle I don't wanna win, I'm outtie

Here, tell these people somethin' they don't know about me