Now everybody from tha 313

Put your mutha fuckin hands up and follow me

Everybody from the 313

Put your mutha fuckin hands up...

Look, look



Now while he stands tough

Notice that this man did not have his hands up

This Free Worlds got you gassed up

Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf?



One, two, three-it, to the four

One pac, two pac, three pac, four

Four pac, three pac, two pac, one

Ya'll pacs, he's pacs, ya'll pacs... None



This guy ain't no mutha fuckin MC

I know everything he's got to say against me

I am white, I am a fucking bum

I do live in a trailor with my mom

By boy future isn't Uncle Tom

I do got a dumb friend named 'Cheddar Bob' (That's me!)

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 the Free World'

Don't 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 embarrased?

This guy's a gangsta? His real names Clarence

And Clarence lives at home with both parents

And Clarence' parents have a real good marriage



This guy don't wanna battle, he's shook

Cuz there ain't no such things as half weight crooks

He's scared to death, he's scared to look

In his fuckin' yearbook

FUCK CRANBROOK!!!



Fuck tha beat, I'll got a-capella

Fuck a Poppa Doc, fuck a clock

Fuck a trailor, Fuck, everybody

Fuck ya'll if you doubt me

I'm a piece of fucking white trash. I'll say it proudly

And fuck this battle I don't wann