they don't wanna let the crazy kid in then Spit his hymns speakin' a grim religion Of rhyme, forbiddin' my isms are hidden My mind, to written then spittin' the kid
hatin on, what you hatin on [Musolini] Holler at ya partner man, gettin high with me Ride with me, keep the luger nine with me Since a young kid, I never
Rocafella's the army kid Your digits ain't rising fam, it's like you're lactose and tolerant We got fridges for the Taliban load attire man Betta keep
but like biggie bitches call me Big Poppa I got a big dick and I'd a pop her Yea the kid talk shit but the kid don't front How ever shit go 'Give 'Em
you spit that shit like Fo-fum Who you know that come up out that middle state? Getting props like real estate Mamma raise an ill kid, you can call me
go back swimmin? They trippin? Every time I?m rollin? they dippin? Cause my style ?doh!? Call me Homer Simpson In the sky like Santa I?m fly You a loser
When I was a kid, I rode crates on a skate And I ate everything momma put on my plate Niggaz walked around packin' B-B guns Knock on yo' door and run,
Missin' at school Bustin' the rules Hates everything in sight Needs some new shoes Dad's on the booze She's never there Far away kid All on his own Can
Try hard, get barred, get back, write Braille Get jailed, jump bail, join the army if you fail Look out kid, you're gonna get hit But losers, cheaters
zoo I'm the saddest kid The saddest kid in grade number two I wish I had a pony I wish I were eighteen I wish I had a dime For every kid who treats me
from the bleachers saying "quit actin like a sissy, suck it up and win" maybe you ought'a stop and think about what you're teaching yeah you talk about a loser
time This was something about an artificial heart She lived in a sleepy town trailer home park Where not many people go out after dark Innocent helpless at 17 Queen of every loser
i ain't no goddamn loser i ain't no goddamn fool i ain't no pushover baby i won't play it by the rules if you want a friend kid don't you look at me
So here is my thanks for nothing All you losers, I just can't escape Everybody said that I would wind up dead But counted on that kid to get ahead Sat
Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Mary got pregnant from a kid
' suckers out the frame, pow, hard work payin' off, baby paw You know who we are going far on this here coup-de-grace Ini-mini-miny behind me the loser
'm gone The girls know my paper denim, keep paper in 'em As soon as they change the shapes I'm in 'em The bapes they send 'em wit snake skin in 'em To the kid
When I was a kid I would go to the show and see the rock star I'd play my records and look at the album cover at the rock star Sometimes I'd check out