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