[B-RABBIT]

Now, everybody from the 313

Put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me!

Everybody from the 313

Put your motherfuckin' 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, 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 'bout 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

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, that's a private school

What's the matter, dawg? You embarrassed?

This guy's 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 don't wanna battle, he's shook

'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

He's scared to death, he's scared to look

At his fucking yearbook; fuck Cranbrook!

Fuck a beat, I'll go acappella

Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer

Fuck everybody! Fuck y'all if you doubt me!

I'm a piece of fucking white trash, I say it proudly

And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outtie

Here, tell these people something they don't know about me

[PAPA DOC, spoken]

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