Fuck cranbrook, fuck the beat, i go acapella, so fuck a papa doc, fuck the clock, fuck the trailer, fuck everybody! Fuck y'all if you doubt me, i'ma piece of fucking white trash i say it proudly, fuck this battle i don't wanna win, i'm outie, here...tell these people something they don't know about me.
1pac, 2pac, 3pac, 4pac, 3pac, 5pac, 4pac, my pac, his pack, your pack: NONE! )))
Not in this order but w/e
I know something about you, you went to cranbrook, that's a pruvate school. Wassa matter dog, you embarrased? Theis guy's gangsta? His real name's clarence.! And clarence lives at home with both parent, and clarence's parents have a real good marriage.
Yo got some nerve mister but
This man ain't no mother-fuckin' MC
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 got 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."
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Your style is generic
Mine's authentic made
I roll like a renegade
You need clinic aid
My techniques bizzare an ill
I scar and kill
You were a star until i served you like a bar and grill
Now I proceed to cook and grill ya
That's all it took to kill ya
You better recognize me like i look familiar
You wanna battle?
You beat around the bush
Like you scared to lick pussy so eat around the tush
I need a clown to push
Someone that I can bully
Wait a minute I don't think you understand fully
See me without a style is like mustard without the Heinz
I lead the new school, you're a Busta without the Rhymes
I'll crush the shit out your lines.
Now i'm the rashiki...smokin' the lick licky... (etc.)