eminem freestyles 8 mile battles Lyrics

******************* Mile Battles *******************

[Lyckity Splyt]
This guy's a choke artist
You catch a bad 1,
Your better off shooting yourself with poppa doc's hand gun.
Climbing up this mountain, your weak,
I leave you lost without a paddle.
Floatin up s___s creek.
You ain't Detroit. I'm the D.
Your the new kid on the block
about to get smacked to the boondocks.
f___ing n___ your squad ain't your type,
take some real advice
and form a group with Vanilla Ice.
And wut I tell you, you better use it.
This guys a hillbilly this ain't Willie Nelson music.
Trailor trash, I'll choke you to your last breath
and have you look foolish like cheddar bob when he shot himself.

Silly rabbit, I know why they call you that ...
cuz you follow future like he got carrotz up his a__ crack.
And when you acted up
thats when you got jacked up
and act stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up.
I crack your shoulder blade
you'll get dropped so hard that Elvis'll start turning in his
grave.
Now I know why they left you out in the dark.
You need to take your white a__
back across 8 mile to the trailor park.

[B Rabbit]
This guy raps like his parents jerked em.
He sounds like Erick Sermon ... the generic version.
This whole crowd looks suspicious
it's all dudes in here except for these b____es.
So i'm a german eh?
Thats ok you look like a f___ing worm with braids.
These leadaz of the freeworld rookies.
Lookie, how could 6 d___s be p____es?
Talking about s___s creek b____,
you could be up p___ creek with paddles.
This deep. Your still gonna sink, your a discrace,
ya they call me rabbit this is a turtle race.
He can't get with me spittin this s___ wickedy
lyckety-shot a spika-a-spicketly split lyckety.
I'm gonna turn around with a great smile
and walk my white a__ back across 8 mile.

[Lotto]
Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward once and for all.
I'm sick of the motha f___a! Check this s___ out!
I'll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me!
This s___ is a horror flick,
but the black guy doesn't die in this movie!
You mess wit Lotto, dawg, you gotta be kiddin!
That makes me believe you really dont have a interest in livin!
You think these n____s gonna feel the s___ you say?
I got a betta chance joining the KKK.
Or some real s___, though, I like you
That's why I didn't wanna have to be the one you commit sucide to
f___ 'Lotto,' call me your leader
I feel bad I gotta murder that dude from 'Leave It To Beaver'
I used to like that show, now you got me to 'fight back' mode
But oh well, if you gotta go, then you gotta go!
I hate to do this, I would love for this s___ to last
So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my a__
And all's well that ends well, ok?
So I'll end this s___ wit a 'f___ you, buthave a nice day!'

[Eminem]
Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver
So was Eddie Haskal, Wally, and Ms. Cleaver
This guy keeps screamin', he's paranoid!
Quick, someone get his a__ another steriod!
'Blahbity bloo blah blah blah blahbity bloo blah!'
I didn't hear a word you said, 'hipidy hooblah!'
Is that a tank top, or a new bra?
Look, Snoop Dogg just got a f___in' b___ job!
Didn't you listen to the last round, meat head?
Pay attention, you're sayin the same s___ that he said!
Matter fact, dawg, here's a pencil
Go home, write some s___, make it suspenseful,
And don't come back until something dope hits you
f___ 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 gonna diss you?'
My motto: f___ Lotto!
I get the 7 digits from your motha for a dolla tomorrow!

[Rabbit]
Now everybody from the 313,
put your mother-f___in hands up and follow me,
everybody from the 313 put your mother-f___in hands up.
Look, look,
Now watch while he stands tough,
notice that this man does not have his hands up.
This Free Worlds got you gassed up
now whos afraid of this big bad woof?
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1pac, 2pac, 3pac, 4,
4pac, 3pac, 2pac, 1,
Your pac, he's pac, your pac, none.
This guy aint a mother-f___in MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a f___in b__, 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 the leg with his own gun,
I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
and Wink did f___ my girl,
But I'm still standin here screamin 'f___ THE FREE WORLD!'
And never try and judge me dude
You don't know what the f___ i've been through.
But I know something about you,
You went to CRANBROOK, thats a private school,
Whats the matter dawg you embarrased?
This guys a gangster?
His real name's Clarrence.
And Clarrence lives at home with both parents,
And Clarrence's parents have a real good marriage,
this guy dont wanna battle, hes shook,
cuz aint no such things as half-way crooks,
He's scared to death,
He's scared to look in his f___in yearbook, f___ CRANBROOK.
f___ the beat I go accapella,
f___ a papa doc, f___ a clock, f___ a trailer, f___ everybody,
f___ y'all if you doubt me,
I'm a piece of f___in white trash i say it proudly,
and f___ this battle i dont wanna win im outty,
here tell these people something they dont know about me.