!.->Eminem & Co. 8 Mile Last 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.

[Lotto]

[Spoken] 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!
[Rap]
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!
f___in'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 youThat's why I didn't wanna have to be the one you
commit sucide to
f___ 'Lotto,' call me your leaderI 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, but
have a nice day!"

[B Rabbit]

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 blahbity bloo blah!"I ain'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, dog, here's a
pencil Go home, write some s___, make it suspenseful, And don't come back until something don't hits
you
f___ it! You can take the mike home with 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 mother for a dolla tomorrow!

[B Rabbit]

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 Pac
4 Pac, 3Pac , 2 Pac 1
You're Pac, He's Pac, Your Pacs, 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