8 Mile Battles

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**** creek.


You ain’t Detroit. I’m the D.


Your the new kid on the block


about to get smacked to the boondocks.


f****** 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******.


So i’m a german eh?


Thats ok you look like a f****** worm with braids.


These leadaz of the freeworld rookies.


Lookie, how could 6 d***s be p******?


Talking about 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*** wickedy


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.





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Yo, I spit a racial slur. Honky, sue me.


This s*** is a Horror flick


but the black guy doesn’t die in this movie.


f****** with Lotto dawg you gotta be kiddin.


That makes me believe you really don’t have a interest in livin.


You think these n***** gonna feel the s*** you say?


I got a better chance joinin the K.K.K.


Know some real s*** tho? I like you.


That’s why I didn’t wanna be the one you commit suicide to.


f*** 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 in fight back mode.


But oh well if you gotta go … then you 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 all is well that ends ok.


So I’ll this s*** with a … f*** you but have a nice day!


[B-Rabbit]


Ward I think you were a little hard on the Beaver.


So was Eddie Haskel, Wally and Ms. Cleaver.


This guy keeps screamin hes paranoid.


Quick someone get his a** another steroid!


Blah-de-bee-bee, blah blah blah-be-dee-, blooh-blah.


I didn’t hear a word you said … hippity-hoo blah.


Is that a tank top or a new bra?


Look Snoop Dogg has got a f****** b*** job!


Didn’t you listen to the last round meathead?


Pay attention your saying the same s*** that he said.


Matter a fact dawg, 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 could take the mic home with you.


Lookin like a cyclone hit you.


Tanktops screamin “Lotto I don’t fit you!”


You see how far them white jokes get you,


boys like “hows Vanilla Ice gonna diss you?”


My motto f*** Lotto.


I’ll get them digits from your mother for a dollar tomorro





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Now everybody from the 313


Put your m****f***in’ hands up and follow me


Everybody from the 313


Put your m****f***in’ 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****f***in MC


I know everything he’s got to say against me


I am white


I am a f***** 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***** 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****** 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