[Rabbit]

Now everybody from the 313

Put your mother f**king hands up and follow me

Everybody from the 313

Put your mother f**king 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, 2Pacs, 1

You're Pac, he's Pac, Yo Pac; none

This guy aint no mother-f**kin MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,

I am white, I am a f**king bum

I do live in a trailor 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**k my girl

I'm still standin here screamin "F**K THE FREE WORLD!"

Don't never try to judge me dude

You don't know what the f**k 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 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 death, he's scared to look

In his f**king yearbook, f**k Cranbrook

F**k a beat, I go a cappella

F**k a Papa Doc, f**k a clock, f**k a trailor, f**k everybody

F**k y'all if you doubt me

I'm a piece of f**king white trash, I say it proudly

And f**k this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outtie,

Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.