Eminem - B-Rabbit Vs. Papa Doc (Freestyle From 8 Mile) lyrics

Now everybody from the 313 put your motha f**in' hands up and follow me Now everybody from the 313 put your motha f**in' hands up Look look Now while he stands tough Notice that this man did not have his hands up The Free World's got you ga**ed 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 You're pac none This guy ain't no motha f**in MC I know everything he's got to say against me I am white I am a f**in' 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 standing here screamin' f** the 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 Thats a private school What's the matter dog? You embarra**ed? This guy's a gangster? His real names' Clarence And Clarence lives at home with both parents And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage This guy dont wanna battle hes shook 'Cause there ain't no such thing as halfway crooks He's scared to d**h He's scared to look at his f**in year book f** Cranbrooke f** a beat I'll go a capella f** a Papa Doc f** a clock f** a trailer f** everybody f** ya'll if you doubt me I'm a piece of f**in' white trash I say it proudly And f** this battle I don't wanna win, I'm outtie Here, tell these people somethin' they don't know about me