Look, if I made one movie, while smoking a Doobie
That talks about my life only with Kim Basinger in it as my doped-up mom
Would you see it, or would you just let it fail at the Box Office?
Verse 1: My palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy But on the surface I look calm and ready to make a film But I keep on forgetting what happened in my life When I raped a girl and locked her in the trunk with my wife And when I did this and that, smoked a lot of crack
So I step back to reality, I'm a dumb m-feree, I think I'm so cool cuz I try to be a n*gger wannabe I wear Fubu like it was made for me I screw hoes that aren't even the same age as me I hang out with Dr. Dre and a bunch stupid homie-g's I make fun of Tom Green and Robin the Boy Wonder Even though they both could probably kick my ass and put my heart in blender I talk about Purple Pills like I've had one ever day But I'm just white-rapper and by one gunshot I'll be dead, I'll pay
Chorus: You better go see, my movie, it's called "8 Mile" And it stars me, the white n*gga from MTV, yeah the one makes girls smile And if you don't I'll get my crew, on your ass But frankly I don't really got a crew, because I'm eating Beano with the other white rapper's and passing gas
Verse 2: I'm so annoying, so irritating, so-please-shut-the-hell-upping I make you sick, the Music Award people hate me, they can't stand me They think I'm like Carrot Top only with bleached hair and Fat Albert on my chest But I keep rapping and rhyming trying to be the best But I'm still annoying little bastard, annoying little pest Who likes to attack Moby and anyone who comes against me Somebody better call Obi-Wan and tell him to cut me Cuz I'll keep attacking anyone I see from Limp Bizkit, to Christina Aguilera, to somebody who thinks they're me And when I'm done I'll be washed up like Vanilla Ice Cuz nobody will want to buy my albums anymore, my career will fall like the roll of the dice
Chorus: Carson Daly and me, hang out, but we Are two retards who think we're cool Because we hang out with Dre and all of those rappers out there But in reality behind close doors They're giving us wedgies with our own underwear
Verse 3: No more games, I'm going to change, I'm tired of being upset and of this constant rage I'm going to join a boyband, something like Durand Durand Or wear a hood become one of the Clan Just kidding I won't do that, somebody will probably hit me with a baseball bat If I even tried that, they probably wouldn't buy that, they've probably skin me alive like cat And sometimes it's so hard trying to be cool, even though I look like a mother-fucking fool Maybe it's because I am so lame, I was born in a good house, except I want to blame My mother for actually raising me right, giving me a home, a place to sleep at night Yeah I pick on her and her tits But in reality she's got nice ones, but hairy armpits So, I'm sorry for all the things that I said, oh wait, too late here comes a bullet to my head I guess I learn my lesson White rappers are dumb and I just got my ass kicked by Luc Besson
Chorus: I better quit while I'm ahead, cuz now I'm dead Look what can happen to you, yeah you, you stupid fu Well I guess that's the end, of me, now you see That this whole white-rapper thing is gay And if you try it, one day, you'll end up like me someday
Verse 1: My palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy But on the surface I look calm and ready to make a film But I keep on forgetting what happened in my life When I raped a girl and locked her in the trunk with my wife And when I did this and that, smoked a lot of crack
So I step back to reality, I'm a dumb m-feree, I think I'm so cool cuz I try to be a n*gger wannabe I wear Fubu like it was made for me I screw hoes that aren't even the same age as me I hang out with Dr. Dre and a bunch stupid homie-g's I make fun of Tom Green and Robin the Boy Wonder Even though they both could probably kick my ass and put my heart in blender I talk about Purple Pills like I've had one ever day But I'm just white-rapper and by one gunshot I'll be dead, I'll pay
Chorus: You better go see, my movie, it's called "8 Mile" And it stars me, the white n*gga from MTV, yeah the one makes girls smile And if you don't I'll get my crew, on your ass But frankly I don't really got a crew, because I'm eating Beano with the other white rapper's and passing gas
Verse 2: I'm so annoying, so irritating, so-please-shut-the-hell-upping I make you sick, the Music Award people hate me, they can't stand me They think I'm like Carrot Top only with bleached hair and Fat Albert on my chest But I keep rapping and rhyming trying to be the best But I'm still annoying little bastard, annoying little pest Who likes to attack Moby and anyone who comes against me Somebody better call Obi-Wan and tell him to cut me Cuz I'll keep attacking anyone I see from Limp Bizkit, to Christina Aguilera, to somebody who thinks they're me And when I'm done I'll be washed up like Vanilla Ice Cuz nobody will want to buy my albums anymore, my career will fall like the roll of the dice
Chorus: Carson Daly and me, hang out, but we Are two retards who think we're cool Because we hang out with Dre and all of those rappers out there But in reality behind close doors They're giving us wedgies with our own underwear
Verse 3: No more games, I'm going to change, I'm tired of being upset and of this constant rage I'm going to join a boyband, something like Durand Durand Or wear a hood become one of the Clan Just kidding I won't do that, somebody will probably hit me with a baseball bat If I even tried that, they probably wouldn't buy that, they've probably skin me alive like cat And sometimes it's so hard trying to be cool, even though I look like a mother-fucking fool Maybe it's because I am so lame, I was born in a good house, except I want to blame My mother for actually raising me right, giving me a home, a place to sleep at night Yeah I pick on her and her tits But in reality she's got nice ones, but hairy armpits So, I'm sorry for all the things that I said, oh wait, too late here comes a bullet to my head I guess I learn my lesson White rappers are dumb and I just got my ass kicked by Luc Besson
Chorus: I better quit while I'm ahead, cuz now I'm dead Look what can happen to you, yeah you, you stupid fu Well I guess that's the end, of me, now you see That this whole white-rapper thing is gay And if you try it, one day, you'll end up like me someday
