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8 mile - detroit stamping lyrics

(verse 1: miz-korona)
man, i’m so sick and tired of f-cking with this steel
they only give us thirty minutes to eat lunch and chill
my body’s aching just to get a buck
i’m sick of eating this sh-t off this f-cking lunch truck
nasty -ss food, i’m in a nasty -ss mood
i should’ve called in sick
sh-t, i had something to do

(verse 2: xzibit)
i can’t believe that i’m hearing all this raving and ranting
from vanessa up in here at the new detroit stamping
you need to get your food and take your -ss back to work
you’re dreaming if you think them corny -ss raps will work
look at you all freezing out here like dumb f-cks
rapping away for food off this raggedy lunch truck
who wants what, who’s pumped up to get rolled up
i spit venom in every direction, soak some up
look at this fat -ss n-gga, sloppy sucker
you’re a ugly mother f-cker, your pop should’ve wore a rubber
stop rhyming, keep your day job vanessa
next time leave that bullsh-t home on the dresser
speaking of dresses, take a look at paul the fruitcake
when you travel you probably pack panties in your suitcase
made out of lace from victoria’s secret
if ten men came in a cup you’d probably drink it

(verse 3: eminem)
okay folks, enough with the g-y jokes
especially from a g-y broke b-tch yourself, hey lo’
his style’s doo-doo, you’ve worked here longer than me
and i get paid more then you do
dogg, take a seat, what’s this guy 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
f-cking h0m-, little maggot, you can’t hack it
paul’s g-y, you’re a f-ggot
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 cornrows rolled too tight
this job, you want to quit but you can’t
you’ve worked at this plant so long, you’re a plant
look at your godd-mn boots
for christ sakes they’re starting to grow roots
on this mic’, you’ll get faded
you look like a p-ssed off rapper who never made it
hey, why you f-cking with the g-y guy g
when really you’re the one who’s got the hiv
man, i’m done with this clown, he’s soft
f-ck it, i’ll let my home-girl finish you off

- 8 mile lyrics

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