| Lyrics: | Now everybody from the 3 one 3
Put your motherfucking hands up and follow me...
Everybody
from the 3 one 3
Put your motherfucking 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 motherfucking MC,
I know everything he's got to say against
me,
I am white, I am a fucking 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 fuck my
girl,
I'm still standing here screaming fuck the free world!
But don't ever 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 wanna
battle, he's shook,
'Cos their ain't no such thing as |
