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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 at this man did not have his hands up This free world's got you gassed up 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, you're pac 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 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 standing here screaming "Fuck tha 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 embrassed? This guy's a gangsta? His real name's Clarence Clarence lives at home with both parents Clarence's parents have a real good marriage This guy don't wanna 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 cappella 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 Fuck this battle i don't want to win, i'm outtie Here, tell these people something they don't know about me
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