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Now everybody fom the three-on-three

Put your motherfuckin hands up and follow me

Everybody from the three-one-three

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 popped, he's popped, no Pacs, none

This guy's no motherfuckin MC

I know everything he's got to say against me

I am white, I am a fuckin bum

I do live in a trailer with my mom

My boy Future is an uncle tom

I do got a dump 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 fucked my girl

I'm still screaming FUCK THE FREE WORLD!

Do never 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 is a gangsta?

His real name's Clarance

And Clarance lives at home with both parents

And Clarance parents have a real good marriage

He don't want to battle, he's shook

Cause ain't no such thing as "halfway crooks"

He's scared to death

He's scared to look in his fucking yearbook

Fuck Cranbrook!

Fuck a beat, I 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 fuckin white trash

I say it proudly

And fuck this battle

I don't wanna win, I'm outie

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



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