8 Mile Freestyle Pt.III vs

[Rabbit] Now everybody from the 313 Put your mother f**king hands up and follow me Everybody from the 313 Put your mother f**king hands up¦look, look Now while he stands tough Notice that this man did not have his hands up This free world's got you ga*sed up Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf 1, 2, 3 and to the 4 1Pac, 2Pac, 3Pac, 4 4Pac, 3Pac, 2Pacs, 1 You're Pac, he's Pac, Yo Pac; none This guy aint no mother-f**kin MC, I know everything he's got to say against me, I am white, I am a f**king bum I do live in a trailor with my mom My boy Future is an Uncle Tom. I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun, I did get jumped, by all six of you chumps And Wink did f**k my girl I'm still standin here screamin "f**k THE FREE WORLD!" Don't never try to judge me dude You don't know what the f**k 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 embarra*sed? This guy's a gangster; 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's shook 'Cause ain't no such things as half-way crooks' He's scared to death, he's scared to look In his f**king yearbook, f**k Cranbrook f**k a beat, I go a cappella f**k a Papa Doc, f**k a clock, f**k a trailor, f**k everybody f**k y'all if you doubt me I'm a piece of f**king white trash, I say it proudly And f**k this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outtie, Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.