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Songtexte: Eminem. Final Battle (From 8 Mile).

Now everybody from the 313 put ya mothafuckin hands up and follow me
Now everybody from the 313 put ya mothafuckin hands
Look, look
Now as he stands tough notice that this man did not have his hands up
This free worlds got you gassed up
now whos afraid of the big bad wolf
1,2,3 a to tha 4
1pac 2pac 3pac 4
4pac 3pac 2pac 1 your pac he's pac no pac none
This guys no motha fuckin mc
i know everything hes gotta 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 open tum
I do have a dumb friend named chedda bob
who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun,
And i did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps,
And wayne did fuck my girl
im still standing hear screaming fuck the free world
don't eva try to judge me dude
you dont know what the fuck ive been throug,
But i know some thing about you,
you went to crambrook thats a private school
Whats amatta dog you embarrassed?
this guys a gangsta his real name is Clarance
And Clarance lives at home with both parents
And Clarance's parents have a real good marrage.
This guy dont wonna battle hes shook
there's no such things as half way crooks
Hes scared to death hes scared to look
in his fuckin year book fuck crambrook

Fuck a beat i go acapella,
Fuck poppa doc,
Fuck a clock,
Fuck a traila,
Fuck everybody,
Fuck ya'll if you doubt me
Im a piece of fuckin white trash i say it proudly
Fuck this battle i dont wanna win hear im outty here, tell these people something they dont know about me



(Thanks to littlerezdogg for these lyrics and to Nitrox for these corrections)