Lyrics to 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 through,
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