Now everybody from the "313" put ya motherfuckin hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313 put ya motherfuckin hands
Look look...
Now as he stands tough/
Notice that this man did not have his hands up/
This free worlds got you gassed up/
Now whos afrade of the big bad wolf/
1, 2, 3 and to tha 4/
1pac 2pac 3pac 4! 4pac 3pac 2pac 1 you're pac hepac yo pac... none!/
This guy's no motherfuckin MC/
I know every thing hes gotta say against me/
I am white, I am a fuckin bum/
I do live in a trailer with my mum/
My boy future is an Uncle Tom/
I do have a dumb friend named Chedder Bob/
Who shoots him self in his leg with his own gun/
And i did get jumped/
By all 6 of you chumps/
And Wayne did fuck my girl/
But I'm still standing here screaming "Fuck the free world"/
Dont even try to judge me dude!/
You dont know what the fuck I've been throug!/
But I know some thing about you/
You went to Crambrook that's a private school/
What's matter dog? You embarassed?/
This guy is a gangsta, his real name's Clerance/
And Clerance live at home with both parents/
And Clerance parents have a real good marriage/
This guy dont wanna battle, hes shook!/
Cause there is no such things as "half way crooks"/
He's scared to death/
Scared to look in his fuckin year book/
Fuck Crambrook/
(Beat stop)
Fuck the beat I go acapella/
Fuck Poppa Docc/
Fuck the clock/
Fuck the trailler/
Fuck evarybody/
Fuck all you doubt me/
I'm a piece of white trash and I'll say it proudly/
And fuck this battle/
I dont wanna win I'm outty/
Here, tell these people something they dont know about me/
Writer(s): Ennio Morricone, Maria Travia
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