Now everybody from the 3 one 3
Put your motherf*cking hands up and follow me...
Everybody from the 3 one 3
Put your motherf*cking hands up, look, look...
Now while he stands tough,
Notice that this man does not have his hands up...
The free world has got you jazzed up,
now 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
your pac, he's pac, you're pac, none...
This guy ain't no motherf*cking MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a f*cking puck,
I do live in a trailor with my mum,
My boy Future is an uncle tom,
I do have a dumb friend named cheddar Bob
who shoots himself in the leg with his own gun...
I did get jumped, by all six of you chumps...
And Wink did f*ck my girl,
I'm still standing here screaming f*ck the free world!
But don't ever try to judge me dude,
You don't know what the f*ck I've been through!
But I know something about you,
you went to Cranbrook, that's a private school!
What's the matter dog, you embarrassed?
This guy's a gangster? His real name is 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,
'Cos their ain't no such thing as "Half way crooks"...
He's scared to death, he's scared to look in his f*cking year book,
F*ck Cranbrook...
F*ck the beat, I'll go acapella,
F*ck a papa doc, f*ck a clock, f*ck a trailor, f*ck everybody!
F*ck y'all if you doubt me!
I'm a piece of f*cking white trash I say it proudly!
And f*ck this battle, I don't wanna win, i'm outie...
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.
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Now everybody from the 3 one 3
Put your motherf*cking hands up and follow me...
Everybody from the 3 one 3
Put your motherf*cking hands up, look, look...
Now while he stands tough,
Notice that this man does not have his hands up...
The free world has got you jazzed up,
now 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
your pac, he's pac, you're pac, none...
This guy ain't no motherf*cking MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a f*cking puck,
I do live in a trailor with my mum,
My boy Future is an uncle tom,
I do have a dumb friend named cheddar Bob
who shoots himself in the leg with his own gun...
I did get jumped, by all six of you chumps...
And Wink did f*ck my girl,
I'm still standing here screaming f*ck the free world!
But don't ever try to judge me dude,
You don't know what the f*ck I've been through!
But I know something about you,
you went to Cranbrook, that's a private school!
What's the matter dog, you embarrassed?
This guy's a gangster? His real name is 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,
'Cos their ain't no such thing as "Half way crooks"...
He's scared to death, he's scared to look in his f*cking year book,
F*ck Cranbrook...
F*ck the beat, I'll go acapella,
F*ck a papa doc, f*ck a clock, f*ck a trailor, f*ck everybody!
F*ck y'all if you doubt me!
I'm a piece of f*cking white trash I say it proudly!
And f*ck this battle, I don't wanna win, i'm outie...
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.
Put your motherf*cking hands up and follow me...
Everybody from the 3 one 3
Put your motherf*cking hands up, look, look...
Now while he stands tough,
Notice that this man does not have his hands up...
The free world has got you jazzed up,
now 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
your pac, he's pac, you're pac, none...
This guy ain't no motherf*cking MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a f*cking puck,
I do live in a trailor with my mum,
My boy Future is an uncle tom,
I do have a dumb friend named cheddar Bob
who shoots himself in the leg with his own gun...
I did get jumped, by all six of you chumps...
And Wink did f*ck my girl,
I'm still standing here screaming f*ck the free world!
But don't ever try to judge me dude,
You don't know what the f*ck I've been through!
But I know something about you,
you went to Cranbrook, that's a private school!
What's the matter dog, you embarrassed?
This guy's a gangster? His real name is 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,
'Cos their ain't no such thing as "Half way crooks"...
He's scared to death, he's scared to look in his f*cking year book,
F*ck Cranbrook...
F*ck the beat, I'll go acapella,
F*ck a papa doc, f*ck a clock, f*ck a trailor, f*ck everybody!
F*ck y'all if you doubt me!
I'm a piece of f*cking white trash I say it proudly!
And f*ck this battle, I don't wanna win, i'm outie...
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.