Born Loser (Original)

And away we go (we go we go we go)

Some old born loser type of shit (shit)

On the remix tip (tip, tip)

Dr. Seuss (Seuss Seuss Suess)

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

My sisters use to like me, but now they call me homie

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

Had to scrap with the Pit, cause 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 use to get pussy, but I busted off quick

Now I gets none, so I gotta beat my dick

Time are hard in the ghetto, I steal for a living

Eatin turkey flavored Now or 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 look like helter skelter

My clothes are so funky, they bad for my health

Sometimes at night my pants go to the bathroom by their self

Even when I was little nothin went my way

I got beat up, and chased home from school every day

And despite the fact I won all the spelling bees

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

But for those who choose to snooze

Since I was born with no hope, I ain't got nothin to lose...

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Check check check it out

Verse 2

The Born Loser, a title I was branded with

Went to Liberty Island, and got stranded with

The Statue of Liberty, but they really didn't hafta

Leave my black ass there till the day after

No time for laughter, this shit's for real

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

In about a week, you can see bones in my hands

The racoons, beat me to the garbage cans

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

The only thing that I'm carvin, is an alley cat

But sometimes in the daytime

I daydream of a Manwich

When all I'm really eatin is an oxygen sandwich

For those that don't know

Thats 2 peices of bread slapped 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..

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

The Born Loser, yeah, that use to be my M.O

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

Doors shut in my face, until I started jammin 'em

I'm behind the doors now, and I'm the one slammin 'em

I did what I had to, to get where I got

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

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

Catchin 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'd bag you too

Cause I was, born to lose, straight from the beginning

Hit the dugout, because I struck out the first inning

Winning, was everything, thats why I had to ask

My man to front me 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 nothin changed, I'm the same as before

When opportunity knocked, I'd just answered the door

A criminal at heart, even though I don't show it

I was always a winner I just didn't know it (know it)

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Young man went out and made a name for himself

Born Loser

DMX the great