8 Mile Freestyle Pt.iii Vs Lyrics

8 Mile Freestyle Pt.iii Vs lyrics

[Rabbit]



Now everybody from the 313 



Put your mother
fucking hands up and follow me



Everybody from the 313 



Put your mother fucking 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



1Pac,
2Pac, 3Pac, 4



4Pac, 3Pac, 2Pacs, 1



You're Pac, he's
Pac, Yo Pac; none



This guy aint no mother-fuckin MC,



I know everything he's got to say against me,



I am white, I am a
fucking bum



I do live in a trailor 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 fuck my
girl



I'm still standin here screamin "FUCK THE FREE WORLD!"



Don't 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'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



'Cause ain't no such things as half-way
crooks'



He's scared to death, he's scared to look 



In
his fucking yearbook, fuck Cranbrook







Fuck a beat, I
go a cappella



Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailor, 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 outtie, 



Here, tell these people something
they don't know about me.