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8 Mile Final Rap Battles(All 3) - Lyrics | Eminem

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B-Rabbit vs. Lyckety-Splyt

Lyrics Start From Here:

Lyckety Splyt]
This guy's a choke artist, ya catch a bad one
You're better off shooting yourself with Papa Doc's handgun
Climbing up this mountain you're weak
I'll leave you lost without a paddle, floating shit's creek
You ain't Detroit, I'm the D
You're the new kid on the block
Bout to get smacked back to the boondocks
Fucking Nazi, 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
Trailer trash, I'll choke you to your last breath
And have you looking 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 ass crack
And when you acting up that's when you got jacked up
And left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up
I'll crack your shoulder blade
You'll get dropped so hard Elvis will start turning in his grave
I don't know why they let you out in the dark
You need to take your white ass back across 8 Mile
To the trailer park

[B-Rabbit]
This guy raps like his parents jerked him
He sounds like Erick Sermon, the generic version
This whole crowd looks suspicious
It's all dudes in here, except for these bitches
So I'm a German, eh?
That's ok, you look like a f*ckin' worm with braids
These Leaders of the Free World rookies
Lookie, how can 6 dicks be pussies
Talking bout shits creek
Bitch, you could be up piss creek with paddles this deep
You're still gonna sink, you're a disgrace
Yeah, they call me Rabbit this is a turtle race
He can't get with me spitting this shit
Wickedly lickety shot
Suspicious spickety split lickety
So I'm gonna turn around with a great smile

And walk my white ass back across 8 Mile

Rabbit Pt.II vs "Lotto"

Lyrics Start From Here :

[Lotto]
[Spoken]
Yo, it's time to get rid of this coward once and for all.
I'm sick of the motha fucka! Check this shit out!
[Rap]
I'll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me!
This shit is a horror flick,
but the black guy doesn't die in this movie!
F*ckin' wit Lotto, dawg, you gotta be kiddin!
That makes me believe you really don't have a interest in livin!
You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say?
I got a betta chance joining the KKK.
Or some real shit, though, I like you
That's why I didn't wanna have to be the one you commit suicide to
F*ck '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 shit to last 
So I'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass
And all's well that ends well, ok?
So I'll end this shit wit a "F*CK you, but have a nice day!"

[Eminem]
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 ass 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*ckin' boob job!
Didn't you listen to the last round, meat head? 
Pay attention, you're sayin the same shit that he said!
Matter fact, dog, here's a pencil 
Go home, write some shit, make it suspenseful, 
And don't come back until something dope hits you
Fuck 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: Fuck Lotto! 
I get the 7 digits from your mother for a dolla tomorrow!

Rabbit Pt.III vs "Papa Doc"

Lyrics Start From Here : 

Now everybody from the 313
Put your motherf*cking hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your motherf*cking hands up
Look Look

Now while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not have 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 ain't no mother-f*cking MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a fucking 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 f*ck my girl,
I'm still standing here screaming "F*CK THE FREE WORLD!"
Don't ever try to judge me dude
You don't know what the f*ck 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? 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 fucking yearbook, fuck Cranbrook

F*ck the beat, I go acapella
F*ck a papa doc, f*ck a clock, f*ck a trailer, f*ck everybody
Fuck y'all if you doubt me
I'm a piece of f*cking white trash, I say it proudly
And f*ck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outty,
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.

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