8 Mile Freestyle Pt.III vs Lyrics
[Rabbit]
Now everybody from the 313
Put your mother f**king hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your mother f**king hands up¦look, 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, Yo Pac; none
This guy aint no mother-f**kin MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a f**king 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
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And Wink did f**k my girl
I'm still standin here screamin "F**K THE FREE WORLD!"
Don't never try to judge me dude
You don't know what the f**k 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 ain't no such things as half-way crooks'
He's scared to death, he's scared to look
In his f**king yearbook, f**k Cranbrook
F**k a beat, I go a cappella
F**k a Papa Doc, f**k a clock, f**k a trailor, f**k everybody
F**k y'all if you doubt me
I'm a piece of f**king white trash, I say it proudly
And f**k this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outtie,
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.
