8 Mile: Marv Won vs B-Rabbit lyrics

by

Diddy


[Verse 1: Marv Won]
Yo, yo, y'all ready for death? Y'all ready for death?
Marv Won, the Fat Killer
The game done got ugly, let's go, yo, yo
I seen your type before, you think you're tough
Battle you? b*tch, you lucky I don't beat you up
In a game of fisticuffs, I'll push your face back
You can't f*ck with me, man, really, just face facts
It's you versus me in a battle of ten rounds
It's like Muggsy Bogues tryin' to buck with Jim Brown
Dumb f*ck, I'm the type to run amok
Come in the club drunk as f*ck, slap your b*tch so we can buck
One hook... type of a man the size of Dan Dierdorf
Tryin' to take his ear off like Mike Tys'
I'm quite nice on fight nights
And why he poppin' sh*t? Man, I thought he liked life
Apparently not, I'm incoherently hot
And if I miss you, then your parents'll be shot
Yo, I'm a bad boy, b*tch, it's on
I'll put 44s on your chest like you're Rick Mahorn

[Verse 2: Eminem (as B-Rabbit)]
Hold on, faggot, let me turn this mic on
Don't think for a minute I'ma let you get away with that song
'Cause that sh*t was wack, you ain't spittin'
As a matter of fact, all of that sh*t was written
And I know it wasn't for me
Surely, you really must adore me
Now, look it… yo, you might as well move to Italy
Look, this guy's ripped – *skkkrr* – literally
You don't wanna really f*ck with this
On this microphone, I'm not Snuffleupagus
But I don't give a f*ck, you can keep that dull rap
And turn your ass back around with your f*ckin' skullcap
And your bandana or your motherf*ckin' sweatband
f*ckin' with this style, you're a dead man
I ain't Redman, but on this mic, yo, I pick it up
Just like your face when I had to rip it up
You don't wanna see me, yo, uh
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