Papa Doc - Papa Doc vs. Eminem - 8 Mile, Rap battle lyrics

Now everybody from the 313 Put your motherf**in' hands up and follow me Everybody from the 313 Put your motherf**in' hands up! Look, look… Now, while he stands tough Notice that this man did not have his hands up The Free World 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, 2Pac, 1 You're Pac, he's Pac, no Pac, none This guy ain't no motherf**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 the 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 screaming, "f** the free world!" And never try and 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 embarrased? This guy is a gangsta? His real name's Clarence And Clarence lives at home with both parents And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage This guy dont wanna battle, he's shook Cause ain't no such thing as halfway crooks He's scared to d**h He's scared to look in 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**in' white trash, I say it proudly f** this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outtie Here – tell these people something they dont know about me