Lyrics: Eminem
Music: Mobb Deep
Now, everybody from the 313
Put your mother****ing hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your mother****ing 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; 1 Pac, 2 Pac, 3 Pac, 4
4 Pac, 3 Pac, 2 Pac, 1
You're Pac, he's Pac, no Pac, none
This guy ain't no mother****ing MC
I know everything he's 'bout to say against me
I am white, I am a ****ing 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 **** my girl
I'm still standing here screaming, "**** the Free World
Don't ever try to judge me, dude
You don't know what the **** 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 parents have a real good marriage
This guy don't wanna battle, he shook
‘Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
He's scared to death, he's scared to look in his ****ing yearbook; **** Cranbrook
**** the beat, I'll go a cappella
8 Mile (Final Battle) - topovisnz, Papa Doc - NOTHIN'BUT !LLUSION - **** a Papa Doc, **** a clock, **** a trailer; **** everybody
**** y'all if you doubt me
I'm a piece of ****ing white trash, I say it proudly
And **** this battle I don't wanna win, I'm outtie
Here tell these people something they don't know about me:)