Album Cover 8 Mile: The Lunch Truck Battle

8 Mile: The Lunch Truck Battle

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[Verse 1: VANESSA (Miz-Korona)]

Man, I'm gettin' so sick and tired of fuckin' with this steel

They only give us thirty minutes to eat lunch and chill

My body achin' just to get a buck

I’m sick of eatin' this shit off this fuckin' lunch truck

Nasty-ass food, I'm in a nasty-ass mood

I should've called in sick, shit, I had somethin' to do

[Verse 2: MIKE (Xzibit)]

I can't believe that I'm hearing all this ravin' and rantin'

From Vanessa up in here at the New Detroit Stampin'

You need to get your food and take your ass back to work

You're dreamin' if you think them corny-ass raps'll work

Look at y'all standin' out here, freezin' 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 a ugly ma'fucker, your pop shoulda wore a 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 pro'bly pack panties in your suitcase

Made out of lace from Victoria’s Secret

If ten men came in a cup, you’d pro'bly drink it

[Verse 3: JIMMY (Eminem)]

Okay, folks, enough with the gay jokes

Especially from a gay broke bitch yourself, eh, loc

This guy's doo-doo

You worked here longer than me, and I get paid more than you do

Dawg, take a seat

What's this guy standin' 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

Fuckin' homo! Little maggot

You can’t hack it; Paul's gay, you're a faggot

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 have 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 goddamn boots!

For Christ sakes, they're startin' to grow roots!

On this mic, you get faded

You look like a pissed-off rapper who never made it

And why you fuckin' 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 homegirl finish you off

[Verse 4: VANESSA (Miz-Korona)]

Guy like you'd never get a real woman

You jackass, go jack off; that's the only way you cummin'

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[?] you hangin' from the tree

Better than me? Come on, quit playin' [?]

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