Now, everybody from the 313 Put your motherfucking hands up and follow me! Everybody from the 313 Put your motherfucking 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 1 Pac, 2 Pac, 3 Pac, 4 4 Pac, 3 Pac, 2 Pac, 1 You're Pac, he's Pac, no Pac, none This guy ain't no motherfucking MC I know everything he's 'bout 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 got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun 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 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, dawg, you embarrassed? This guy's a gangster? His real name's Clarence And Clarence parents have a real good marriage This guy don't wanna battle, he shook ‘Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks He's scared to death, he's scared to look In his fucking yearbook; fuck Cranbrook! Fuck the beat, I'll go a cappella Fuck a 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 And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outtie Here, tell these people something they don't know about me