Sore Losers

[Chorus] So much losers (Aargh!) So much losers So much losers So much losers [Verse 1] It's Murs and RJ, not no techno funk I might wear a spiked bracelet, but respect no punks The centre of attention, I reject yo' dump Comin' up with straight sickness to infect yo' trunk See I diss with ease, so dismiss those, please How can we ever come together when I rip MCs? Off of limbs with the hardest hymns They say "oh God, he's nice, but I'm far from him" Just doin' my thizzle to the best of my abilities He had all the talent, I just had the facilities To hold it, aww, exposin' y'all like open stalls The End Of the Beginning, so there is no hope for y'all It's a fuckin' Murs album, so you know what that means I'm screamin' "fuck the rules" like the N-1 team I'ma show you everything, except the crossover Tryna walk that straight line even when I'm not sober [Chorus] So much losers (I will possibly make some rap- I don't rap) So much losers (I will battle you for all your fuckin' money in your pockets, bitch!) [Verse 2] I want you layin' face down, hands flat on the stage Make no false moves or attempt to engage Don't breath, don't move, don't think no silly shit I got a mic to the back of your head, you fuckin' idiot Now tell your boys to be cool and just chill for a while While I start to pat you down for any cut simp style (Ahh) Now, what we got here? A lighter and some weed? A blunt? A glass pipe? (What? What?) See, smokin' that shit Makes you think you rap tight, you fuckin' ass wipe I should, I should, I should go ahead and waste you (Auuughhh!) I hate you, but since you are a human being You have the next four bars to flee from the scene And to never be seen with the mic again I'm like a Shepard in this valley of righteous men Fightin' selfish, evil tyrants and I might just win If I could make 'em learn to fear this mic and pen [Chorus] (Fuckin' losers) So much losers (Those motherfuckers, yo, I lyrically smash your head and body slam you) So much losers (You never even been in a real fight in your whole life, I will fuck you up!) [Verse 3] Now I'm juiced and amped up and I'm ready to go With anybody out now who think they got a better flow But first I gotta let you know that I flunked recess Ain't no time for me to play when I gotta be fresh I'm tryna write a little more and sleep a lot less So throw my name on that list of "he: not to test" See, I'm spittin' straight heat, that'll heat a cop's vest Brrr- fuck the P.D., takin' shots to the chest Like I said, I'm not for play, and I'm not for a rest An insomniac, I can't sleep at night So I creep with Mr. Dibbs through the streets for a fight And if I get my ass beat, there's no beef in sight That's what a real dude from the streets is like, bitch! Now take your black eye and go and cheat on your wife So you wanna get your boys with the guns and knives And creep through the streets in attempt to take flight Sore losers [Outro] So much losers Yo, yo, son, wait up, we'll be right back Yo, I know you just knocked me out and everything, but- Yo, I'ma get my boys, fuck that one-on-one shit I'm coming back for you, money That's real! Hahaha So much losers Fuckin' losers