B-rabbit Vs. Papa Doc (freestyle From 8 Mile) Lyrics

B-rabbit Vs. Papa Doc (freestyle From 8 Mile) lyrics

Now everybody from the 313 put your motha fuckin' hands up and follow me 

Now everybody from the 313 put your motha fuckin' hands up

Look look



Now while he stands tough 

Notice that this man did not have his hands up

The Free World's got you gassed up 

Now who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf



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This guy ain't no motha fuckin 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 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 standing here screamin' fuck the 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 

Thats a private school

What's the matter dog?

You embarrassed?

This guy's a gangster?

His real names' Clarence

And Clarence lives at home with both parents

And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage



This guy dont wanna battle hes shook

'Cause there ain't no such thing as halfway crooks 

He's scared to death 

He's scared to look at his fuckin year book 

Fuck Cranbrooke 



Fuck a beat I'll go a capella

Fuck Papa Doc 

Fuck a clock 

Fuck a trailer 

Fuck everybody 

Fuck ya'll 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 outtie 

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