B-Rabbit vs. Papa Doc lyrics

[Jimmy "B-Rabbit" Smith Jr. (Eminem)]

Now everybody from the 313

Put your muthafuckin' hands up and follow me

Everybody from the 313

Put your muthafuckin' 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 ain't no muthafuckin 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 tha 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 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

'Cause there ain't no such thing as HALFWAY CROOKS!!

He's scared to death

He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook fuck Cranbrook

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 these people sumin they dont know about me

• Artist:8 Mile (OST)