Eminem - Final 8 ml. | Текст песни

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Now everybody from the three hundred and thirteen,
put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me,
everybody from the three hundred and thirteen put your motherfuckin' 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
but whos afraid of the big bad wolf?

1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1pac, 2pac, 3pac, 4,
4pac, 3pac, 2pac, 1,
You're pac, he's pac, no pac, none.

This guy ain't a motherfuckin' 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!"
And never 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 Cranbrook, thats a private school,
What's the matter, dawg, you embarrased?
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 dont wanna battle, he's shook,
cuz ain't no such things as halfway crooks,
He's scared to death,
He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck Cranbrook.

Fuck the beat I go a cappella.
Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody,
Fuck y'all if you doubt me,
I'm a piece of fuckin white trash, I say it proudly,
and fuck this battle I dont wanna win, I'm audi,
here tell these people something they don't know about me

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