B.rabbit - 8mile(72 visits)

Now everybody fom the three-on-three
Put your motherfuckin hands up and follow me
Everybody from the three-one-three
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
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
One, two, three and to the four
One Pac, two Pac, three Pac, four
Four Pac, three Pac, two Pac, one
You're popped, he's popped, no Pacs, none
This guy's no 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 dump friend named Cheddar Bob
Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun
I did get jumped, by all 6 of you chumps
And Wink did fucked my girl
I'm still screaming FUCK THE FREE WORLD!
Do 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, that's a private school
What's the matter Dawg? You embarrassed?
This guy is a gangsta?
His real name's Clarance
And Clarance lives at home with both parents
And Clarance parents have a real good marriage
He don't want to battle, he's shook
Cause ain't no such thing as "halfway crooks"
He's scared to death
He's scared to look in his fucking yearbook
Fuck Cranbrook!
Fuck a beat, I go a capella
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 don't wanna win, I'm outie
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me

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