Voilà les paroles de la berceuse que Jimmy chante pour Lily, Jimmy et Future chantants sur "Sweet Home Alabama", le battle avec Xzibit devant l'usine, le premier battle de B. Rabbit contre Lickity, et le dernier battle de B. Rabbit contre Papa Doc avec une traduction.



La berceuse de Lily
I know this girl,
Her name is Lily,
And its past her bed,
T-I-M-E,
She goes to sleep
And she can just dream,
And not have to be,
In this stinkey trailer with me,
O when I feel blue
Don't know what to do
I look at you
And I just say... :P

Jimmy et Future chantant sur "Sweet Home Alabama"
Future - "Well Jimmy moved in with his mother,"
Future - "Cause he ain't got no place to go,"
Jimmy - "And now I'm right back in the gutter,"
Jimmy - "With a garbage bag thats full of clothes,"
Future - "Cause you live at home in a trailor,"
Future - "What the hell you gonna do? YEEHAW!"
Jimmy - "Cause I live at home in a trailor,"
Jimmy - "Mama I'm coming home to you!"
Future - "Uh, break it down, uh"
Jimmy - "Well my name is Jimmy,"
Jimmy - "His name is Greg Buehle,"
Jimmy - "Me, him, and you, we went to the same school,"
Jimmy - "This ain't cool, I'm in a rage,"
Jimmy - "He's tapping my mom, we're almost the same age,"
Jimmy - "On the microphone I drop bombs,"
Jimmy - "Look at this car, thanks a lot mom!"
Jimmy - (Avec la voix de sa mère) "Here Happy Birthday Rabbit, here's a brand new car you can have it,"
Jimmy - "A 1928 Delta, this shit won't even get me to the Shelter!"

Contre Xzibit devant l'usine
Ok, folks, enough with the gay jokes,
Especially from a gay broke bitch yourself, eloc?
His style's doo you worked here longer
Than me, and I get paid more than you do,
Dog take a seat, what this guy's standing in line for,
He ain't got money to eat!
Check this out, yo yo, this guy cashed his whole check,
And bought one ho-ho
Fucking homo, little maggot, you can't hack it
Paul's gay, your a faggot, at least he admits it,
Don't even risk it, this guys starving to death,
Someone get him a biscuit!
I don't know what they told you, Mike,
You must had them corn rolls rolled too tight
This job, you wanna quit, but you can't
You worked at this plant so long, your a plant,
Look at your god damn boots
For Christs sake, their starting to grow roots!
At this mic you be fadin,
You look like a pissed off rapper who never made it
Why you fuckin with the gay guy g,
When really your the one that's got the H.I.V.!
Man, I'm done with this clown.

Le premier battle de B. Rabbit contre Lickity
This guy raps like his parents jerked him,
He sounds like Eric Sermon, the generic version,
This whole crowd looks suspicious, it's all dudes in here,
Cept for these bitches,
So I'm a German eh, thats ok,
You look like a fucking worm with braids,
These leaders of the free world rookies,
Lookie, how can 6 dicks beat pussies?
Talkin about shit's creek,
Bitch you can be up piss creek,
With paddles, this deep, your still gonna sink,
Your a disgrace, yeah they call me Rabbit,
This is a turtle race,
He can't get with me spitting this shit,
Quickity, Lickity, shot, to Squickity Split, Lickity,
So I'ma turn around with a great smile,
And walk my white ass back across 8 Mile!

Le dernier battle contre Papa Doc
Now everybody from the 3-1-3,
Put your mother fucking hands up, and follow me,
Everybody from the 313, put your mother fucking hands up, look, look,
Now while he stands tough, notice this man did not have his hands up,
This free worlds got you gassed up,
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
1, 2, 3, and to the 4, one pac, two pac, three pac, four,
Four pac, three pac, two pac, one, your pac, he's pac, yo pac, none!
This guy ain't no mother fucking MC
I know everything he's got to say against me!
I am White, I am a fucking bum, I do live in a trailer with my mom
My boy Future is a 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 6 of you chumps,
And Whig did fuck my girl, I'm still standing here screaming "Fuck The Free World!"
Don't ever try to judge me dude, you don't know what the fuck I've been thru,
But I know something about you, your went to Crambrook, that's a private school,
Whats a matter dog, you embarassed, this guy's a gangster, his real name's Clarence,
And Clarence lives at home with both parents, and Clarence's parents have a real good marriage,
This guy don't wanna battle, he's shook, cause ain't no such thing
As "Rap Like Crooks",
He scared to death, he's scared to look at his fucking yearbook,

Fuck Crambrook,
Fuck a beat,
I go Acapella,
Fuck a Papa Doc,
Fuck a clock,
Fuck a trailer,
Fuck everybody,
Fuck y'all if you doubt me, I'm a piece
Of fucking white trash I say it proudly,
And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win,
I'm outie, here tell these people something they don't know about me.

Traduction du dernier battle
Tout ceux du 313
Levez vos mains de fils de pute et suivez-moi
Tout ceux du 313, levez vos putains de mains en l'air
Écoute, écoute,
Pendant qu'il se tient encore debout
Remarque que cet homme n'a pas levé ses mains en l'air
Ce Freeworld me fait commencer
Alors qui a peur du grand méchant loup?
1, 2, 3 et puis 4
1pac, 2pac, 3pac, 4
4pac, 3pac, 2pac, 1
Tu es pac
Il est pac
Pas de pac
Aucun!
Ce mec n'est pas un putain de MC
Je sais tout ce qu'il peut dire contre moi
Je suis Blanc, je suis une merde sans valeur
Et oui je vis dans une roulotte avec ma mère
Mon ami Future est mon Oncle Tom
Et oui j'ai un pote stupide nommé Cheddar Bob
Qui s'est shooté lui-même la jambe
Avec son propre flingue
Et oui je me suis fait tabasser par chacune de ces 6 salopes
Et Whig à baisé ma petite-amie
Je suis toujours là à crier "Fuck le Freeworld!"
N'essayes même pas de me juger mec,
Tu ne connais rien de la merde que j'ai enduré
Mais je sais quelque chose à propos de toi
Tu as été à Crambrook...
C'est une école privé!
Quel est le problème grand "Dog"?
Tu es embarrassé?
Ce mec est un gangster?
Son vrai nom est Clarence!
Et Clarence vit à la maison
Avec ses 2 parents
Et les parents de Clarence
Ont un très bon marriage
Ce mec ne veut pas clasher
Il tremble
Il n'y a rien de pire qu'un ganster à moitié
Il a peur à en mourrir
Il a peur de regarder
Dans son putain de carnet scolaire

Fuck CROWNBROOK!
Fuck le beat!
Je vais à Acapella!
Fuck Papa Doc
Fuck l'horloge!
Fuck la roulotte
Fuck tout le monde
Allez tous vous faire foutre
Je suis un putain de mec white trash
Je le dit avec fierté
Fuck ce battle
Je ne veux pas gagner
Je me tire
Voilà, dis à ces gens quelque chose qu'il ne savent pas de moi