B. Rabbit v. Papa Doc

Now everybody from the 3-1-3
Put your mother fucking hands up and follow me
Now everybody from the 3-1-3
Put your mother fucking 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, 1
You're Pac, He's Pac, No Pac, ..None
This guy ain't no mother fucking emcee
I know everything he's got to say against me
I am white, I am a fucking bum
I do live in a trailer with my mom
My boy Future is an Uncle Tom
I do have a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob
Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun
And I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
And Wink did fuck my girl
But 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 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 want to battle, he's shook
Cause ain't no such things as half-way crooks
He's scared to death he's scared to look
At his fuckin' yearbook
Fuck Cranbrook

Fuck a beat I'll go a capella
Fuck Papa Doc
Fuck a clock
Fuck a trailer
Fuck everybody
Fuck y'all if you doubt me
I'm a piece of fucking white trash I say it proudly
Fuck this battle I don't want to win, I'm outie
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me