Born Loser

The born loser, not because I choose to be

But because all the bad shit happens to me

I got kids, but their mothers don't want them to know me

Sisters used to like me but now they call me 'homie'

Used to have a family, now I'm out on my own

Had to scrap with a pit because I tried to take his bone

Bitches don't like me, they don't kiss me or hug me

They call me 'kill pretty' because I'm mad ugly

I used to get pussy, but I busted off quick

Now I gets none so I gotta beat my dick

Times are hard in the ghetto, I gotta steal for a living

Eating turkey-flavored Now & Laters for Thanksgiving

If that ain't enough, life is rough I swear

I don't have an address so I can't get welfare

They kicked me out the shelter because they said I smelled a

Little like the living dead and looked like Helter Skelter

My clothes are so funky, they're bad for my health

Sometimes at night my pants go to the bathroom by themself

Even when I was little nothing went my way

I got beat up and chased home from school every day

And despite the fact I want all the brothers bees

On my report card, I didn't get F's, I got C's

But for those who choose to snooze

Cause I was born with no hope, I got nothing to lose



The born loser, a title I was branded with

Went to Liberty Island, and got stranded with

The Statue of Liberty, but they didn't really have to

Leave my black ass there until the day after

No time for laughter, this shit's for real

Ribs are showing through my back cause I haven't had a meal

In a week, you can see bones in my hands

The raccoons beat me to the garbage cans

I'm starving Marvin, and it shouldn't be like that

The only thing that I'm carving is an alley cat

But sometimes in the daytimes I dream of a Manwich

But all I'm really eating is an oxygen sandwich

For those that don't know, that's two pieces of bread strapped together

Or I'll have a rain sandwich, depending on the weather

Born Loser caught up in the game

And I ain't even got nobody to blame



The Born Loser, yeah, that used to me my M-O

When I couldn't get a soul to listen to my demo

Doors shut in my face until I started jamming them

I'm behind the doors now and I'm the one slamming them

I did what I had to to get where I got

Though I'll admit what I had to do was a lot

I gave it a shot, and sometimes I had to shoot

Catching vics just to get a little loot

I thought it was cute and didn't care who knew

Mess around, get in my way and I'll bag you, too

Cause I was born to lose straight from the beginning

In the dugout because I struck out the first inning

Winning was everything, that's why I had to

Ask my man to find the loot, and he said 'I'd be glad to'

Now who needs a major label? We got our own

I'm the Divine Master of the Unknown

Ain't nothing changed, I'm the same as before

When oppoertunity knocked I just answered the door

Criminal at heart even though I don't show it

I was always a winner but I just didn't know it


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