Eminem - 8 Mile Freestyle Pt.III vs lyrics

[Rabbit] Now everybody from the 313 Put your mother f**ing hands up and follow me Everybody from the 313 Put your mother f**ing hands uplook, look Now while he stands tough Notice that this man did not have his hands up This free world's got you ga**ed 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**in MC, I know everything he's bout to say against me, I am white, I am a f**ing 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 his leg with his own gun, I did get jumped, by all six of you chumps And Wink did f** my girl I'm still standin here screamin "fu*k THE FREE WORLD!" Don't never 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 embarra**ed? 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 d**h, he's scared to look at his f**ing yearbook, f** Cranbrook f** a beat, I go a cappella 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**ing white trash, I say it proudly And f** this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outtie, Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.