Chords for eminem 8 mile 3 last battles (with subs)

[A] Tell you something.
_ [C] _ _ [B] _ [Em] _
Check this out.
[F] Check this out.
_ [Bb] Yo, [G] this guy's a choke harness.
You catch a [A] bad one, you better off
treating [N] yourself with Papa Doc's handgun.
Farming up this [Am] mountain, you're weak.
I'll leave you lost without [N] a paddle.
You [Em] ain't the strength, I'm the deed.
You [A] the new kid on the block, about to [N] get smacked
back to the boom dock.
[Gb] Fucking [Gm] Nazi, you're [Bb] squatting society, taking real advice.
[G] And form a group with Vanilla Ice.
And what I tell you, you better use [A] it.
You guys are hillbilly, this [N] ain't Willie Nelson music.
Trailer trash, I took you to your
last rep and helped you look at foolish like
Chet Abad when [Am] he shot himself.
Silly [Em] rabbit, I know why they call you that, cause you
follow Zutra [N] like you got carrots up your ass crack.
And when you act up, that's when you got
jacked up and left stupid like Tina Turner
when she got smacked up.
I'm not getting
shoulder blamed.
You'll get dropped for hard
then Elvis will start turning in his grave.
I don't know why they let you out in the dark.
You need to take your white ass back and cross
eight miles to the trailer park. _ _
_ _ _ _ Hey yo.
_ [G]
This [A] guy raps like his parents jerked him.
He [N] sounds like Eric Sermon, the generic version.
[Em] This whole crowd looks suspicious.
It's all dudes in here, except for these bitches.
[G] So I'm a German, [C] eh?
That's [N] okay, you look like a fucking worm with brains.
These niggas are the free world rookies.
Lookie, I can sick dick be pussy.
Bitch, I'm talking about shit's Greek.
Bitch, you could be a piss Greek.
With paddles this deep, you're still gonna sink.
[A] You're in the phrase.
Yeah, they call me rabbit.
This is the total race.
We can't get with me being this shit.
We can be linking [G] these shots.
We can be spick and [N] slick.
I'm gonna turn around with a great smile
and walk my white ass back and cross eight miles.
[Ebm] Sick of this motherfucker.
Check this shit out.
Rip it, baby, rip it.
Yeah.
Huh.
[Db] Huh.
[Gb] [Bbm] Yo, I'll spit [Ebm] a racial slur.
Hunky Suvi.
This shit is a horror flick.
But the black guy doesn't die [N] in this movie.
Lookie, you're a bottled dog.
You gotta be kidding.
That makes me believe
you really don't have an interest in living.
[Ebm] You think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say?
I got a better chance joining [N] the KKK.
Awesome, bro.
Shit, though, I like you.
That's [Db] why I didn't want to have to be [Bb] the one you commit suicide to.
Fuck [Ebm] now.
Call me a leader.
I feel [Bbm] bad that I gotta [N] murder that dude
from Leave It to Beaver.
I used to love his show.
Now you got me in fight back [Bb] mode.
But oh well, if you gotta go, then you gotta [Ebm] go.
I hate to do this.
I would love it if shit the last of I'll take bitches up my rear end
so you won't [N] forget my ass.
If all is well [Db] that ends okay.
So I'll end this shit with a
fuck [B] you and have a nice day. _ _
[Ebm] Lord,
I think you were a little hard on the beaver.
So was Eddie Haskell, [N] Wally,
and Miss Cleaver.
This guy keeps screaming.
He's [Gb] paranoid.
Wait, [B] someone get [Eb] his ass another steroid.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
I hear what you [B] say.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Is [Abm] that a tank top or a new bra?
[Bbm] Look, Snoop Dogg just got a [Eb] fucking move dog.
This is listen to the last rhyme,
heathead.
He ain't saying the same shit that [F] he said.
I'ma [Ebm] fuck you up.
Matter of fact, [F] dog,
here's the pencil.
Go [Db] home, write [Gb] some shit,
[Bbm] make it too pencil, and [Ebm] don't come back
until something don't hit you.
Fuck it.
[Bbm] You can take the mic home with you.
Looking like a cyclone hit you.
Tank top, we mean lotto,
I don't [Eb] bit you.
You see how far the [Ab] white jokes get [Gb] you?
Boys like, how vanilla ice gonna get you?
[N] My motto,
fuck lotto.
I get the seven digits
from your mother for a dollar tomorrow. _ _
[Eb] _ Now _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [Eb] _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] everybody from [Eb] the 313,
put your motherfucking hands
up and [F] bow to me.
[C] Everybody from the 313,
put [Bb] your motherfucking hands up.
Now while he stands up,
notice that this man did not have his hands up.
This free world's
got [C] you gapped [Gb] up.
Now [N] who's afraid of the big bad
twerp?
One, [Eb] two, three,
into the four.
One pop, two [Bbm] pop,
three pop, four.
[N] Four pop,
three pop, [C] two pop, one.
Your pop, his [F] pop, your pop, none.
[Ebm] This guy ain't a motherfucking
[Gb] MC.
[Eb] I know [Bb] everything he's
about to say against me.
I am white.
I am a [Gb] fucking bum.
[Bb] I do live in a trailer with my [N] mom.
My boy Future is an office
tom.
I do [Bb] got a dumb friend named
Cheddar Bob who shoots himself in his
leg with his [N] own gun.
I did get
jumped by all six of you chumps.
And we did fuck my girl.
I'm still standing here screaming fucking
free words.
You'll never try to
judge me, dude.
You don't know what the
fuck I've been [Cm] through.
[Bb] But I know
something [Eb] about you.
You went
to Grandbrook.
[N] That's a private school.
What's the matter, dog?
You embarrassed?
This guy's a gangster?
His real name's Clarence.
And
Clarence was the home of both parents.
[Eb] And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage.
[F] This guy don't [G] want to battle.
He should.
Cause ain't no [Ab] such thing as his
black-white [Bb] brooks.
He's scared [C] to death.
He's scared to look at his fucking
yearbook.
[Gm] Fuck Grandbrook.
_ _ [Ebm] Fuck the beat.
I go acapella.
[F] Fuck a pop-a-dot.
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
want to win.
I'm outtie.
[Eb] Here, tell
these people something