Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sfida all'ultima forchetta, artist - Orchestra Ennio Morricone.
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
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/ |