B Rabbit Final Battle(8 Mile Freestyle) Lyrics

B Rabbit Final Battle(8 Mile Freestyle) lyrics

Now everybody from the 3 one 3
Put your motherfucking hands up and follow
me...
Everybody from the 3 one 3
Put your motherfucking hands up, look,
look...
Now while he stands tough,
Notice that this man does not have his
hands up...
The free world has got you jazzed 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
your pac, he's pac, you're
pac, none...
This guy ain't no motherfucking MC,
I know everything he's
got to say against me,
I am white, I am a fucking puck,
I do live in a
trailor with my mum,
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 six of you chumps...
And Wink did fuck my
girl,
I'm still standing here screaming fuck the free world!
But 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 dog, you embarrassed?
This guy's a
gangster? His real name is 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,
'Cos their ain't no such thing as "Half
way crooks"...
He's scared to death, he's scared to look in his fucking
year book,
Fuck Cranbrook...
Fuck the beat, I'll go acapella,
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 outie...
Here, tell these people
something they don't know about me.