Tekst piosenki
Now everybody from the 3-1-3
Put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me.
Everybody from the 3-1-3
Put your motherfuckin' hands up,
Look, Look,
Now while he stands tough,
notice that this man did not have his hands up!
This Freeworlds got you gased up, now who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
One, Two, Three and 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 motherfuckin' 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 a no good 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 6 of you chumps
And Wink did fuck my girl,
I'm still standin here screaming "FUCK THE FREE WORLD!"
Don't ever try to judge me dude,
You don't know what the fuck I've been through.
But I know something about you,
You went to Cranbrook, thats a private school.
What's the matter dawg? You embarassed?
This guys a gangster? His real name's Clarence.
And Clarence lives at home with both parents.
And Clarence parents have a real good marriage.
This guy dont wanna battle, he's shook.
Cause there aint no such things as
HALF WAY CROOKS"
Hes scared to death, hes scared to look
at his fucking year book.
Fuck Cranbrooke..
Fuck a beat, I'll go Acapella
Fuck a Papa Doc, Fuck a clock, Fuck a trailer
fuck everybody, fuck yall if you doubt me
Im a fuckin piece of white trash I say it proudly
And fuck this battle I dont want to win, Im outty
here tell these people somethin
They don't know about me
