Eminem - Finale Battle 8 Mile

Now everybody from the 313,
Put your motherfucking hands up and follow me.
Everybody from the 313,
Put your motherfucking hands up,
look.

Now while he stands tough,
Notice that this man did not have his hands up.
The free world had got you passed up,
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolfe?
One, two, three to the four,
One-pac, Two-pac, Three-pac, four.
Four-pac, Three-pac, Two-pac, one,
you're pac, he's pac, no pac, run.
This guy ain't no motherfucking MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me.
I am white, I am a fucking punk,
I do live in a trailer with my mum.
My boy Future is an Unkel-Tom,
I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob,
Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun,
I did get chunk, by all six of you trunks.
And wink did fuck my girl,
I'm still standing here screaming fuck the free world.
And now you try to judge me to,
You don't know what the fuck I've bin through.
But I know something about you,
You went to Crambrook,
that's a private school.
What's the matter dog, you're imberist?
This guy is a gangster, his real name is Clarence.
And Clarence lives at home with both his parents,
And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage.
This guy didn't win a battle, he's shut,
But ain't no such games, 'caus I play grose.
He's scared to death, he's scared,
now look at his fucking year book, fuck Crambrook.
Fuck the beat, I go accapella.
Fuck-a-Papa dog, fuck-a-clock, fuck-a-trella.
Fuck everybody, fuck all if you doubt me.
I'm a pease of white trash, I say it proudly.
And fuck this battle I don't wanna win, I'm outtie,
Here, tell this people something they don't know about me.