Eminem 8 mile battles Lyrics

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.

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Yo, I spit a racial slur. Honky, sue me.
This s___ is a Horror flick
but the black guy doesn't die in this movie.
f___ing with Lotto dawg you gotta be kiddin.
That makes me believe you really don't have a interest in livin.
You think these n____s gonna feel the s___ you say?
I got a better chance joinin the K.K.K.
Know some real s___ tho? I like you.
That's why I didn't wanna be the one you commit suicide 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 in 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 is well that ends ok.
So I'll this s___ with a ... f___ you but have a nice day!

[B-Rabbit]
Ward I think you were a little hard on the Beaver.
So was Eddie Haskel, Wally and Ms. Cleaver.
This guy keeps screamin hes paranoid.
Quick someone get his a__ another steroid!
Blah-de-bee-bee, blah blah blah-be-dee-, blooh-blah.
I didn't hear a word you said ... hippity-hoo blah.
Is that a tank top or a new bra?
Look Snoop Dogg has got a f___ing b___ job!
Didn't you listen to the last round meathead?
Pay attention your saying the same s___ that he said.
Matter a fact dawg, here's a pencil.
Go home, write some s___, make it suspenseful
and don't come back until somethin dope hits you.
f___ it, you could take the mic home with you.
Lookin like a cyclone hit you.
Tanktops screamin â€œLotto I don't fit you!â€
You see how far them white jokes get you,
boys like â€œhows Vanilla Ice gonna diss you?â€
My motto f___ Lotto.
I'll get them digits from your mother for a dollar tomorro

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Now everybody from the 313
Put your m____fuckin' hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your m____fuckin' hands up
Look Look

Now while he tries to stand tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
This free worlds got you gassed up
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1 Pac , 2 Pac, 3 Pac, 4
4 Pac, 3 Pac, 2 Pac, 1
You're Pac, He's Pac, No Pac, None!
This guy aint no m____fuckin 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
I'm still standin here screamin f___ tha free world!!
Don't ever try to judge me dude
You don't know what the f___ 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 gangsta but 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 shook
Koz there aint no such thang 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 acapella
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___ing white trash, i say it proudly
And f___ this battle
I don't wanna win
I'm outty
Here tell these people sumin they dont know about me