Now everybody in the 313, put your motherfuckin’ hands up and follow me

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

1, 2, 3, and to the 4
1 Pac, 2 Pac, 3 Pac, 4

4 Pac, 3 Pac, 2 Pac, 1
You’re Pac, he’s Pac, no Pac, none

This guy ain’t no motherfucking 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 the leg with his own gun cuts his own hair with his own scissors

I did get jumped by all six of you chumps

And 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’ve been through

But I know something about you
You went to Cranbrook, that’s a private school

Screen Shot 2015-11-05 at 12.44.46 PMWhat’s the matter, dog, 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

These guys don’t wanna battle, they shook

Cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks

He’s scared to death, he’s scared to look in his fucking yearbook
Fuck Cranbrook

Fuck the beat, I’ll go a capella
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