EMINEM - 8 MILE ALL FREESTYLES WITH FREE WORLD Lyrics

(First Battle)(Lickety Split)Check this outCheck this outYo, this guys a choke-artistYa catch a bad oneYa better off shootin ya-self wit Popa Doc's handgunClimbin up this mountain, ya weakI leave ya lost witout a paddle, floatin shit's creekYou ain't Detroit, I'm the DYou tha new kid on the block, bout to get smacked back to the boone-docksFuckin Nazi, this crowd ain't ya typeTake some real adviceAnd form a group with Vanilla IceAnd what I tell yaYa better use itThis guy's a hillbilly this ain't Willie Nelson musicTrailer trashI choke ya till ya last breathAnd have ya lookin foolish like Cheddar Bob when he shot his-selfSilly Rabbit, I know why they call you thatCuz you follow Future, like he got carrots up his asscrackAnd when you act it up, that's when you got jacked upAnd left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked upI crack ya shoulderbladeYou'll get dropped so hard that Elvis will start turnin in his graveI don't know why they left you out in the darkYa need to take your white ass back across 8 Mile to the trailer park(Crowd Cheers)(Rabbit/Eminem)This guy raps like his parents jerked himHe sounds like Eric SermonThe generic versionThis whole crowd looks suspiciousIt's all dudes in hereExcept for these bitchesSo I'm a German ay?That's ok, you look like a fuckin worm with braidsThese leaders of the Free World rookiesLookie, how can 6 dicks be pussiesTalkin bout shit's creek, bitch you can be a piss creekWit paddles this deepYa still gonna sinkYour a disgraceYa they call me RabbitThis is a turtle raceHe can't get wit me spittin this shitWickedy Lickety shotSpicious spickety split LicketySo I'ma turn around wit a great smileAnd walk my white ass back across 8 Mile(Crowd cheers)(2nd Battle)(Lotto)We rollin muthafuckazWhat's goin on baby?Yo it's time to get rid of this coward right here once and for allSick of this muthafucka(Rip it Lotto, rip it baby rip it, yeah) Check this shit outHuhhh huhhhI'll spit a racial slur honkey sue meThis shit is a horror flickBut a black guy doesn't die in this movieFuckin wit Lotto dog you gotta be kiddinThat makes me believe, you really don't have an interest in livinYou think these niggas gone feel the shit you say?I got a better chance joinin the KKKOn some real shit though, I like youThat's why I didn't wanna have to be the one you commit suicide toFuck Lotto? Call me ya leaderI feel bad that I gotta murder that dude from Leave It To BeaverI used to like that showNoe you got me in fightback modeBut oh well if ya gotta go then ya gotta goI hate to do thisI would love for this shit to lastSo I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my assAnd alls well that ends okSo I'll end this shitWit a fuck you, but, have a nice day(Crowd cheers)(Rabbit/Eminem)WardI think you were a little hard on the BeaverSo was Eddie HaskalWally and Ms. CleaverThis guy keeps screamin, he's paranoidQuick, someone get his ass another steroid!Blabbedy bloom blah, blum blabbedy bloom blahI ain't hear a word you said, hibitit hoopla!Is that a tanktop or a new bra?Look, Snoop Dogg, just got a fuckin boob jobDid you listen to the last round meathead?Pay attention, ya sayin the same shit that he said (I'ma fuck you up)Matta fact dog, here's a pencilGo home, write some shit, make it suspensefulAnd don't come back until somethin dope hits youFuck itYou can take the Mic home wich youLookin like a cyclone hit youTanktop screamin, "Lotto I don't fit you"You see how far them white jokes get youBoys like, how Vanilla Ice gone diss you?My motto:Fuck LottoI get the 7 digits from ya mother for a dollar tomorrow(3rd Battle)(Rabbit/Eminem)Now everybody from the 3-1-3Put ya muthafuckin hands up and follow meEverybody from the 3-1-3Put ya muthafuckin hands upLook lookNow while he stands toughNotice that this man did not have his hands upThis Free World's got ya gased upNow who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf1, 2, 3 and to the 41pac, 2pac, 3pac, 44pac, 3pac, 2pac's, 1Your Pac, he's Pac, No Pac's, NoneThis guy aint no muthafuckin MCI know everything he's got to say against meI am whiteI am a fuckin bumI do live in the trailer wit my momMy boy future is an Uncle TomI do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob who shoots himself in his leg with his own gunI did get jumpedBy all 6 of you chumpsAnd Wink did fuck my girlI'm still standin here screamin fuck the Free World!Don't ever try to judge me dudeCuz you don't know what the fuck I been throughBut I know somethin about youYou went to Cranbrook, that's a private schoolWhat's the matter dog you embarrassed?This guys a gangster? His real name's ClarenceAnd Clarence lives at home with both parentsAnd Clarence parents have a real good marriageThis guy don't wanna battle, he's shookCuz ain't no such things as Half Way Crooks!He's scared to deathHe's scared to lookAt his fuckin yearbookFuck CranbookFuck a beat, I go acapellaFuck a Popa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer fuck everybodyFuck yall if you doubt me, I'ma piece of fuckin white trash I say it proudlyAnd fuck this battle I don't wanna win, I'm outtieHere, tell these people somethin they don't know about me(Crowd cheers)(Papa Doc)(Hands mic to Future...nothing comes to mind for Doc to say back at Rabbit.)