8 Mile - Minus | Текст песни

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Now everybody from the 313
Put your motherfucking hands and follow me

Now everybody from the 313
Put your motherfucking hands
Lock Lock

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-fucking MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a fucking 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 if you chumps
And Wink did fuck my girl,
I'm still standin here screamin "FUCK THE FREE WORLD!"

Don't ever try to judge dude
You don't know what the fuck i've been though

But i know something about you
You went to Crankbook, that's a privat 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.

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