Lyrics Sfida all'ultima forchetta - Orchestra Ennio Morricone

Sfida all'ultima forchetta

Now everybody from the «313"put ya motherfuckin hands up and follow me
everybody from the 313 put ya motherfuckin hands
look look…
now as he stands tough/
notice that this man did not have his hands up/
this free worlds got you gassed up/
now whos afrade of the big bad wolf/
1, 2, 3 and to tha 4/
1pac 2pac 3pac 4!
4pac 3pac 2pac 1 you’re pac hepac yo pac… none!/
this guy’s no motherfuckin MC/
I know every thing hes gotta say against me/
I am white, I am a fuckin bum/
I do live in a trailer with my mum/
my boy future is an Uncle Tom/
I do have a dumb friend named Chedder Bob/
who shoots him self in his leg with his own gun/
and i did get jumped/
by all 6 of you chumps/
and Wayne did fuck my girl/
but I’m still standing here screaming «Fuck the free world"/
dont even try to judge me dude!/
you dont know what the fuck I’ve been throug!/
but I know some thing about you/
you went to Crambrook that’s a private school/
What’s matter dog?
You embarassed?/
this guy is a gangsta, his real name’s Clerance/
and Clerance live at home with both parents/
and Clerance parents have a real good marriage/
this guy dont wanna battle, hes shook!/
cause there is no such things as «half way crooks"/
he’s scared to death/
scared to look in his fuckin year book/
fuck Crambrook/
(Beat stop)
fuck the beat I go acapella/
fuck Poppa Docc/
fuck the clock/
fuck the trailler/
fuck evarybody/
fuck all you doubt me/
I’m a piece of white trash and I’ll say it proudly/
and fuck this battle/
I dont wanna win I’m outty/
here, tell these people something they dont know about me/