[Rabbit]
Now everybody from the 313
Put your mother f**ing hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your mother f**ing hands uplook, look
Now while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
This free world's got you ga**ed up
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1Pac, 2Pac, 3Pac, 4
4Pac, 3Pac, 2Pacs, 1
You're Pac, he's Pac, Yo Pac; none
This guy aint no mother-f**in MC,
I know everything he's bout to say against me,
I am white, I am a f**ing 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 f** my girl
I'm still standin here screamin "fu*k THE FREE WORLD!"
Don't never try to judge me dude
You don't know what the f** 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 embarra**ed?
This guy's a gangster; 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 things as half-way crooks'
He's scared to d**h, he's scared to look
at his f**ing yearbook, f** Cranbrook
f** a beat, I go a cappella
f** a Papa Doc, f** a clock, f** a trailer, f** everybody
f** y'all if you doubt me
I'm a piece of f**ing white trash, I say it proudly
And f** this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outtie,
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.