B-Rabbit (Eminem) vs. Mike (Xzibit) (The Lunch Truck Battle) [Lyrics] (8 Mile)


Man I’m so sick and tired of fucking with this steel
They only give us 30 minutes to eat lunch and chill
My body aching just to get a buck
I’m sick of eating this shit off this fucking lunch truck
Nasty ass food, I’m in a nasty ass mood
I should’ve called in sick
Shit, I had something to do


I can’t believe that I’m hearing all this ravin’ and rantin’
From Vanessa up here at the New Detroit stampin’
You need to get your food and take your ass back to work
Your dreamin’ if you think them corny ass raps will work
Look at y’all freezin’ out here like dumb fucks
Rappin’ away for food off this raggedy lunch truck
Who want what? Who pumped up to get rolled up?
I spit venom in every direction, soak some up
Look at this fat ass nigga, sloppy sucker
You’s a ugly mother fucker, your pop should’ve wore rubber
Stop rhymin’ keep your day job Vanessa
Next time leave that bullshit 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


Ok folks enough with the gay jokes
Especially from a gay broke bitch yourself, hey lo’
This guy’s a doo-doo, you’ve worked here longer than me
And I get paid more then you do
Dawg, 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
Fucking homo, little maggot, you can’t hack it
Paul’s gay, you’re a faggot
At least he admits it, don’t even risk it
This guy’s starvin’ 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 wanna quit but you can’t
You’ve worked at this plant so long, you’re a plant
Look at your god damn boots
For Christ sakes they’re starting to grow roots
On this mic you get faded
You look like a pissed off rapper who never made it
And why you fucking with the gay guy, G?
When really you’re the one who’s got the HIV
Man, I’m done with this clown, he’s soft
Fuck it, I’ll let home girl finish you off


A guy like you would never get a real woman
You jackass go jack off
That’s the only way you cumin…

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