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
1pac, 2pac, 3pac, 4
4pac, 3pac, 2pac, 1
You're pac, he's pac, no pac, none
This guys ain't 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
And I did get jumped by all 6 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
What's the matter, dawg? You embarrassed?
This guy's a gangsta? His real name's Clarence
And Clarence lives at home with both parents
And 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 fuckin' yearbook, fuck Cranbrook
Fuck a beat, I go acapella
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 wanna win, I'm outtie
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me
