Loser

[Verse 1:]
Jump on the beat to get this, everybody wanna skip this
I'm the kind of menace that you witness
With a hit-list, leave you witless
When you hear my wit hit but you miss it
Lift these bars over heads with fitness
I'm too legit to quit it, you're too lit to get it
My mob of weirdos ain't afraid of your mafia
Say what you like, there's nothing to stopping yah
First impressions kinda hard for this guy
Maybe I'll get it on the third or fourth try
But if you don't understand the things I do, I-
Will leave you in the dust like I did that one guy
Add seven to one, spin around, now you found
The number and the feeling that adds up to a clown
Still sitting in the darkness where I left him
Buried underground

[Chorus:]
Loser
Everybody says it every day that I'm a weirdo
Cannot put it in any other way, I'm just a psycho
But you brought the game, I'm gonna play and throw an elbow
So get the memo
Loser
Laughing at my voice like I was Elmo
Listen to the words though, seeing through the camo
Loser
I could change it up though, but I got a plot, bro
I'll be here when you are long gone, hoe

[Verse 2:]
Growing my name with reactions, don't spit in the face of the traction
But all of the hate that it tracks in won't step on the foot of my satisfaction
I know how they are all acting like my bars and my flow are lacking
You don't get the heat that I'm packing because all you do is keep on acting
Every single one of you plays the same thug
Flex on what you gonna do like you need hugged
Bitch I know where I'm walking, so when I drop in, you keep talking
You're squawking at a fool who rocked the streets of Compton
You drop a diss for a fanbase, I see your songs as a damn waste
These talented phonies are leaving a bad taste

[Chorus:]
Loser
Everybody says it every day that I'm a weirdo
Cannot put it in any other way, I'm just a psycho
But you brought the game, I'm gonna play and throw an elbow
So get the memo
Loser
Laughing at my voice like I was Elmo
Listen to the words though, seeing through the camo
Loser
I could change it up though, but I got a plot, bro
I'll be here when you are long gone, hoe

[Verse 3:]

Guess this is the part where I'm meant to switch direction
Drop a perfect flow, give the fanboys an erection
But my selection needs to be done a little more carefully
Cause you invariably compare me to these other guys who are barely a C-
All the things I hate about me, but you see:
I'm phenomenally nominating, this nominal nonsense-spewing rapper, that's me
You hear my trolling voice but it's done by choice, but you are trapped in your rat race
Stuffing your space with your rhymes that die at the surface without any purpose
While you efface your own case that contained all your grace
You left with a vase that you lost in this pit
With your sad face as you stab backs you used to embrace
And while you struggle to stand out a bit
This weirdo you resent will stay on top and still be there when you decide to quit
And that's the hardest part of it
Regardless of any heart you thought you put into it
I'm the guy with the art in his cart, and you can't buy this shit

[Chorus:]
Loser
Everybody says it every day that I'm a weirdo
Cannot put it in any other way, I'm just a psycho
But you brought the game, I'm gonna play and throw an elbow
So get the memo
Loser
Laughing at my voice like I was Elmo
Listen to the words though, seeing through the camo
Loser
I could change it up though, but I got a plot, bro
I'll be here when you are long gone, hoe