Now everybody from the 3-1-3
Put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 3-1-3
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
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1pac, 2pac, 3pac, 4
4pac, 3pac, 2pac's, 1
Your Pac, he's Pac, No Pac's, None
This guy ain't no motherfuckin' M.C.
I know everything he's got to say against me
I am white
I am a fuckin' bum
I do live in the 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 6 of you chumps
And Wink did fuck my girl
I'm still standin' here screamin' "Fuck tha Free World"
Don't ever try to judge me Dude,
you don't know what the fuck I been through
But I know somethin' about you
You went to Cranbrook, that's a private school
What's the matter dawg you embarrassed?
This guy's a gangster His real name's Clarence
Clarence lives at home with both parents,
Clarence's parents have a real good marriage
He don't know how to battle. He's shook.
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
He's scared to death
He's scared to look
At his fuckin'yearbook
Fuck Cranbook
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
And fuck this battle. I don't wanna win. I'm outtie.
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me
(Crowd cheers)
