Eminem 8 mile dvd Lyrics

Well Jimmy moved in with his mother
'Cuz he ain't got no place to go
And now I'm right back in the gutter
With a garbage bag that's full of clothes

'Cuz
You live at home in a trailor
What the hell you gonna do?
Yee Haw
'Cuz
I live at home in a trailor
Mom I'm coming home for you

Break it down

Well my name is Jimmy
His name is Greg Beau
Me him and you we went to the same school
This ain't cool
I'm in a race
He's tappin' my mom
We're almost the same age
On the microphone I drop bombs
Look at this car
Thanks a lot mom
Here Happy Birthday Rabbit
Here's a brand new car
You can have it
A 1928 Delta
This s___ wont even get me to the shelter

'Cuz
You live at home in a trailor
What the hell you gonna do?

'Cuz
I live at home in a trailor
Mom I'm coming home for you

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Lickety Split
This guy's a choke artist
Ya catch a bad one
Your better off shootin yourself
With Papa Doc's handgun
Climbin up this mountain your weak
Ill leave you lost without a paddle
Floatin down s___s creek

You ain't Detroit, Im the D
Your the new kid on the block
Bout to get smacked back to the boonedocks
f___in n___, this crowd ain't your type
Take some real advice and form a group with Vanilla Ice
And what I tell you, you better use it
This guy's a hillbilly, this ain't Willie Nelson music

Trailor trash, Ill choke you to your last breath
And have you lookin foolish
Like Cheddar Bob when he shot himself
Silly Rabbit, I know why they call you that
Cause you follow Future like you got carrots up his a__crack
And when you actin up thats when you got jacked up
And left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up

Ill crack your shoulder blade
Youll get dropped so hard
Elvis will start turnin in his grave
I dont know why they let you out in the dark
You need to take your white a__ back across 8 mile
To the trailor park
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(Rabbit)

This guy raps like his parents jerked him
He sounds like Eric Sermon, the generic version
This whole crowd looks suspicious
Its all dudes in here, except for these b____es
So Im a German, Eh
Thats ok, you look like a f___in worm with braids
These Leaders of the Free World rookies
Lookie, how can 6 d___s be p____es

Talkin bout s___s creek
b____, you could be up p___ creek
With paddles this deep
Your still gonna sink
Your a disgrace
Yeah, they call me Rabbit
This is a turtle race

He can't get with me spittin this s___
Wickedly lickety shot
Spickety spickety split lickety
So Im gonna turn around with a great smile
And walk my white a__ back across 8 mile!

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[Lotto]
(spoken)
Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward once and for all.
Im sick of this motha f___a! Check this s___ out!
(Rap)
I'll spit a racial splur, honky, sue me!
This s___ is a horror flick,
but the black guy doesn't die in this movie!
f___in' wit Lotto, dawg, u gotta be kiddin!
That makes me believe u really dont have a interest in livin!
U think these n____s gonna feel the s___ u say?
I got a betta chance joining the KKK.
Or some real s___, though, I like u
Thats why I didn't wanna have to be the one u commit sucide to
f___ 'Lotto,' call me your leader
I feel bad that I gotta murder that dude from ''Leave It To Beaver''
I used to like that show, now u got me in ''fight back'' 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 u wont forget my a__
And all's well that ends well, ok?
So I'll end this with a ''f___ U, but have a nice day!''
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(Eminem)
Ward, I think u 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!
''Blahbity bloo blah blah blahbity bloo blah!''
Is that a tank top, or a new bra?
Look, Snoop Dogg just gat a f___in' b___ job!
Didn't u 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 dont come back until something dope hits u
f___ it! U can take the mike home with u!
Lookin' like a cyclone hit u
Tank top screamin', ''Lotto, I don't fit u!''
U see how far those white jokes get u
Boy's like ''How Vanilla Ice gonna diss u?''
My motto: f___ Lotto!
I get the 7 digets from your mother for a dolla tomorrow!
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B-Rabbit Vs. Papa-Doc

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