Eminem - 8 Mile Freestyle Pt.Iii Vs Papa Doc

Rabbit
Now everybody from the 313
Put your mother fking hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your mother fking hands uplook, look

Now while he stands tough
Notice that 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
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1Pac, 2Pac, 3Pac, 4
4Pac, 3Pac, 2Pacs, 1
You're Pac, he's Pac, No Pac; none
This guy aint no mother-fkin MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a fking bum
I do live in a trailor 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 fk my girl
I'm still standin here screamin "fk THE FREE WORLD!"
Don't never try to judge me dude
You don't know what the fk I've 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 gangster; his 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 aint no such things as half-way crooks'
He's scared to death, he's scared to look
In his fking yearbook, fk Cranbrook

fk a beat, I go a cappella
fk a Papa Doc, fk a clock, fk a trailor, fk everybody
fk y'all if you doubt me
I'm a piece of fking white trash, I say it proudly
And fk this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outtie,
Here, tell these people something they dont know about me.

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