The born loser, not because I chose to be   But because all the bad shit 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 "homey"   Used the have a family, now I'm out on my own   Had to scrap with a pit because 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 used to get pussy, but I busted off quick   Now I gets none so I gotta beat my dick   Thimes 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 rought 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 shased home from school every day   And despite the fact I won all the spelling bees   On my report card, I didn't get A's, I got C's   But for those who choose to snooze   Cause I was born with no hope, I got nothing to lose      The born loser, a title I was branded with   Went to Liberty Island, and got stranded with   the Statue of Liberthy, but they didn't really have to   Leave my black ass there until the day after   No time for laughter, this shit's for real   Ribs are showing through my back 'cause I haven't had a meal   In a week, you can see my 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 day time 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      The born loser, yeah that used 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 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 admnit 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 thought I dobn't show it   I was always a winner but I just didn't know it.