Eminem vs. FreeWorld - Freestyle Battle (OST "8 Mile") | Текст песни

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• Eminem vs. FreeWorld
• Freestyle Battle (OST "8 Mile")

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[Battle I]
This guy raps like his parents jerked him
He sounds like Eric Sermon, the generic version
This whole crowd looks suspicious
Its all dudes in here, except for these bitches
So Im a German, Eh
Thats ok, you look like a fuckin worm with braids
These Leaders of the "Free World" rookies
Lookie, how can 6 dicks be pussies?!
Talkin 'bout shits creek, bitch, you could be up piss creek with paddles, this deep
You'r still gonna sink, You'r a disgrace
Yeah, they call me Rabbit, this is a turtle race
He can't get with me spittin this shit
Wickedly lickety shot, spickety spickety Split-Lickety
So I'm gonna turn around with a great smile
And walk my white ass back across 8 mile!

[Batte II]
Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver
So was Eddie Haskel, Wally, and Mrs. Cleaver
This guy keeps screamin', he's paranoid!
Quick, someone get his ass another steroid!
"Blabity bloo blah blah blah blahbity bloo blah!"
I didn't hear a word you said, "hipidy hoo blah!"
Is that a tank top, or a new bra?
Look, Snoop Dogg just got a fuckin' boob job!
Didn't you listen to the last round, meat-head?
Pay attention, you're sayin the same shit that he said!
Matter fact, dawg, here's a pencil
Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful,
And don't come back until something dope hits you
Fuck it! You can take the mic home wit you!
Lookin' like a cyclone hit you,
Tank top screamin', "Lotto, I don't fit you!"
You see how far those white jokes get you
Boy's like "How Vanilla Ice gon' diss you?"
My motto: Fuck Lotto!
I get the 7 digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow!

[Battle III]
Now everybody from the 313
Put your mothafuckin hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your mothafuckin hands up! Look Look!
Now while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not put his hands up
This "Free World" got you gassed up
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf
1, 2, 3 and to the ; 1 pack, 2 pack, 3 pack, 4
4 pack, 3 pack, 2 pack, 1. You're Pac, he's Pac, you're Pac, none!
This guy ain't no muthafuckin 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 have 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 DA FREE WORLD!"
Don't ever 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, that's a private school!
What's the matter dawg? You embarrassed?
This is 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
"Cuz there's 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 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 outie!
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me!

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