If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn I could arm a town the size of Abilene Don't you push me, baby 'Cause I'm all alone and you know I'm only in
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It’s men like you That make me sick Start me off So Come on It’s men like you I’d like to crack Your head wide open And leave you smokin So come on
OK they all say you're a winner now Save face, win with grace But you don't know how So big your heads gonna crack Someday your arms gonna snap From
Emotionless I slip in to the black And there's no turning back now Everyone around me smoking crack This tunnel is blinding Hallucinating I'm debating
the mic and I might stop mumbling Crumble like a cracker, I'll fall like a leaf But the hole in my soul's been filled underneath So whether you're a loser
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser, baby So why don't you kill me? Soy un perdedor I'm a loser, baby So why don't you kill me? Hey I am, I am, I am I said I
, your butt's made of Jell-O You wake up in a puddle, droolin' on your pillow I hate the way you crack your knuckles I hate your whiny loser girlfriends
-bit user You've got your own newsgroup, 'Alt.total-loser' Your motherboard melts when you try to send a fax Where'd you get your CPU, in a box of Cracker
been one week since we got to see Cheatin' lovers and cousins that marry Five days since they had the show With the hermaphrodite, the slut and the crack
again This Halloween is something to be sure Especially to be here without you There's the Born Again Losers and the Lavender Boozers And some crack
the booth they say I got a special flow sicker than your average you rappers is ass backwards Gudda speak crack and you n-ggas is crack addicts the simple
suck my balls one time while I unwind, now I'm bustin' your ass counter clockwise, I get dumb, but dumber, Why your vision blurred? For all the losers
in the booth, they say I got a special flow Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass backwards Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is crack addicts The
fuck wit Biggie Smalls At least south of D.C. and west of Pittsburgh That points, they don't know legacy 'til you resting in dirt If resting is sure, a loser
m not a loser and I ain't no weeper I got the boys to make the noise Won't ever let up Hope it annoys you Join the pack feel the crack Well now you're
hit a crescendo and throw Super Mario and Atari out the window? Now, we have something in common-You're lactose intolerant I'm wack host intolerant Stop talkin about smackin crack
now I've got niggaz rollin to that bitch Tracy Yeah, but Tracy ain't so gentle, niggaz thought she was simple and loses with two deuces and a fuckin pimple ("A loser!") I crack