cúChulainn's Last Battle

Now, everybody from the 313Put 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 Wolf1, 2, 3, and to the 41 Pac, 2 Pac, 3 Pac, 44 Pac, 3 Pac, 2 Pac, 1You're Pac, he's Pac, no Pac, none
This guy ain't no motherfucking MCI 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
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
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's Clarence
And Clarence lives at home with bothparents
And Clarence parents have a real good marriage
This guy don't wanna battle, he sCause ain't no such things as halfwaycrooks
He's scared to death, he's scared to look in his fucking yearbook
Fuck Cranbrook
Fuck the beat, I'll go a capella
Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck atrailer, 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



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Writer(s): Brian Dunning, Jeff Johnson
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