Vista previa
Now everybody from the 313
Put your mother fuckin'hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your mother fuckin' hands up
look look
Now while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
This Free World's got you gassed up
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf
one ,two, three, an to the four
one pac, two Pac, three pac, four
Four Pac, three Pac, two Pac, one
You're pac, he's pac, no pac, none
This guy ain't no muthafuckin' MC
I know everything he's got to say against me
I am white
I am a fucking bum
I do live in a trailer with my mom
My boy future is an uncle tom
I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob
Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun
I did get jumped by all six of you chumps
An Wink did fuck my girl
I'm still standing here screaming fuck the Free World
Don't ever try to judge me dude
You don't know what the fuck I been through
But I know something about you
You went to Cranbrook, That's a private school
What's the matter dawg you embarrassed
This guy says hes a gangster his real name is Clarence
An' Clarence lives at home with both parents
An' Clarence parents have a real good marriage
This guy don't wanna battle he's shook
Cuz ain't no such thing as halfway crooks
He's scared to death, He's scared to look
At his fuckin' yearbook
Fuck Cranbrook
Fuck a Beat
I'll go Acapella
Fuck a Papa Doc
Fuck a Clock
Fuck a Trailer
Fuck Everybody
Fuck Ya'll if you doubt me
I'm a piece of fuckin' white trash I say it Proudly
An'fuck this battle I don't wanna win
I'm out tie
Here tell these people something' they don't know about me