8 Mile Freestyle 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___ wickedly
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.

Huhhh huhhh
I'll spit a racial slur honkey sue me
This s___ is a horror flick
But the black guy doesn't die in this movie
f___in wit Lotto dog you gotta be kiddin
That makes me believe, you really don't have an interest in livin
You think these n____s gon' feel the s___ you say?
I got a better chance joinin the KKK
on some real s___ though, I like you
That's why I didn't wanna have to be the one you commit suicide to
f___ Lotto? Call me ya leader
I feel bad that I gotta murder that dude from Leave It To Beaver
I used to like that show
now you got me in fightback mode
but oh well if u gotta go then u 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 alls well that ends ok
So I'll end this s___
With a f___ you, but, have a nice day

[B Rabbit]
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 steroid!
Blabbedy bloo blah, bloo blabbedy bloo blah
I ain't hear a word you said, hibitity hoobla!
Is that a tanktop or a new bra?
look, Snoop Dogg, just got a f___in b___ job
Did you listen to the last round meathead?
Pay attention, ya sayin the same s___ that he said (I'ma f___ you up)
Matter fact dog, 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 can take the Mic home with you
Lookin like a cyclone hit you
Tanktop screamin, "Lotto I don't fit you"
You see how far them white jokes get you
Boys like, how Vanilla Ice gone diss you?
My motto:
f___ Lotto
I get the 7 digits from ya mother for a dollar tomorrow

[B Rabbit]
Now everybody from the 3,1,3
Put ya m________ing hands up and follow me.
Now Everybody from the 3,1,3
put ya m________ing hands up.
Look Look.
Now while he stands tough notice this man did not have his hands up.
This free world got you gased up.
Now whos afraid of the big bag wolf.
1 2 3 and to the 4.
1 pac 2 pac 3 pac 4.
4 pac 3 pac 2 pac 1.
Your 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___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 his 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___ THE 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
thats a private school.
What's the matter, dawg you embarressed?
This guy is a gangster, His real name's Clarence.
Hey Clarence lives at home with both parents.
Clarence's parents have a real good marrige,
This guy dont wanna battle He's shook
cause ain't no such things as Halfway Crooks.
He's scared to death
He's scared to look at his f___ing year book
f___ Cranbrook.
f___ a beat I go a capella
f___ a papa doc f___ a clock f___ a trailer f___ everybody
f___ y'all if you doubt me, i'm a piece of a f___ing white trash
i say it proudly.
f___ this battle i dont wanna win i'm outtie--
here tell these people something they dont know about me.

See also:

Folksmen Blood on the Coal Lyrics
Kaas Patricia Mon mec a moi Lyrics