Eminem Eminem- 8mile freestyle rap battles Lyrics
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!
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 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, but have a nice day!"
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!
Now everybody from the 313
Put your mother f___ing hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your mother f___ing hands up...look, look
Now while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
This free world's got you gassed up
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1Pac, 2Pac, 3Pac, 4
4Pac, 3Pac, 2Pacs, 1
You're Pac, he's Pac, No Pac; none
This guy aint no mother-f___in MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a f___ing b__
I do live in a trailor 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 f___ my girl
I'm still standin here screamin "f___ THE FREE WORLD!"
Don't never 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 gangster; 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's shook
'Cause ain't no such things as half-way crooks'
He's scared to death, he's scared to look
In his f___ing yearbook, f___ Cranbrook
f___ a beat, I go acappella
f___ a Papa Doc, f___ a clock, f___ a trailor, 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 outtie,
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.