Papa Doc - 8 Mile: Final Battle lyrics

[Rabbit] Now, everybody from the 313 Put your motherf**ing hands up and follow me! Everybody from the 313 Put your motherf**ing hands up! Look, 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; 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 motherf**ing 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 standing here screaming, "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, that's a private school What's the matter, dog, you embarra**ed? This guy's a gangster? His real name's Clarence And Clarence lives at home with both parents And Clarence parents have a real good marriage This guy don't wanna battle, he shook ‘Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks He's scared to d**h, he's scared to look in his f**ing yearbook; f** Cranbrook! f** the beat, I'll 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