8 MILE (FREESTYLE)

Now everybody from the 313 Put your mothefucking hands and follow me Everybody from the 313 Put your mothefucking hands up Look Look Now while he stands tough Notice that this man did not had his hands up This free world got you gased up Now who’s afraid of the big bad wolf 1, 2, 3 and to the 4 1 pac , 2 pac, 3 pac, 4 4 pac, 3 pac, 2 pac, 1 You’re pac, he’s pac, no pacs, none This guy aint no mother-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 the leg with his own gun, I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps And Wink did fuck my girl, I’m still standin 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 Crankbook, that’s a private school What’s the matter dawg? You embarrased? This is guy’s a gangster, he’s real name’s 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 no such things as half-way crooks He’s scared to death He’s scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck Crankbook Fuck the beat, i go acapella Fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody Fuck y’all if you doubt me I’m a piece of fucking white trash, i say it proudly And fuck this battle, I don’t wanna win, I’m outty, Here, tell this people something they dont know about me.