B-Rabbit Vs. Papa Doc Lyrics

Now everybody from the 313 put your motha f**kin' hands up and follow me
Now everybody from the 313 put your motha f**kin' hands up
Look look

Now while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
The Free World's got you ga*sed 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 You're pac none

This guy ain't no motha f**kin MC
I know everything he's got to say against me
I am white I am a f**kin' 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
I did get jumped by all six of you chumps
And Wink did f**k my girl
I'm still standing here screamin' f**k the Free World

Don't ever 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
Thats a private school
What's the matter dog?
You embarra*sed?
This guy's a gangster?
His real names' Clarence
And Clarence lives at home with both parents
And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage

This guy dont wanna battle hes shook
'Cause there ain't no such thing as halfway crooks
He's scared to death
He's scared to look at his f**kin year book
f**k Cranbrooke

f**k a beat I'll go a capella
f**k Papa Doc
f**k a clock
f**k a trailer
f**k everybody
f**k ya'll if you doubt me
I'm a piece of f**kin' white trash I say it proudly
And f**k this battle I don't wanna win, I'm outtie
Here, tell these people somethin' they don't know about me