8 mile final battle

Now everybody from the 313

Put your mothefucking hands and follow me

Everybody from the 313

Put your mothefucking hands up

Look Look

Now while he stands tough

Notice that this man did not had his hands up

This free world got you gased 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 pacs, none

This guy aint no mother-fuckin MC,

I know everything he's got to say against me,

I am white, I am a fuckin bum, 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 fuck my girl,

I'm still standin here screamin "FUCK THE FREE WORLD!"

Don't ever try to judge me dude

You don't know what the fuck i've been through

But i know something about you

You went to Crankbook, that's a private school

What's the matter dawg? You embarrased?

This is guy's a gangster, he's 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 there no such things as half-way crooks

He's scared to death

He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck Crankbook

Fuck the beat, i go acapella

Fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody

Fuck y'all if you doubt me

I'm a piece of fucking white trash, i say it proudly

And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outty,

Here, tell this people something they dont know about me.