Chad Elliott - Born Loser lyrics

[Verse 1] The born loser, not because I choose to be But because all the bad sh** 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 b**hes don't like me, they don't kiss me or hug me They call me "k** pretty" because I'm mad ugly I used to get p**y, 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 [Hook] 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 [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 didn't really have to Leave my black a** there until the day after No time for laughter, this sh**'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 [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 opportunity 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 [Hook]