letra de sore losers - murs
[chorus]
so much losers (aargh!)
so much losers
so much losers
so much losers
[verse 1]
it’s murs and rj, not no techno funk
i might wear a spiked bracelet, but respect no punks
the centre of attention, i reject yo’ dump
comin’ up with straight sickness to infect yo’ trunk
see i diss with ease, so dismiss those, please
how can we ever come together when i rip mcs?
off of limbs with the hardest hymns
they say “oh god, he’s nice, but i’m far from him”
just doin’ my thizzle to the best of my abilities
he had all the talent, i just had the facilities
to hold it, aww, exposin’ y’all like open stalls
the end of the beginning, so there is no hope for y’all
it’s a f-ckin’ murs album, so you know what that means
i’m screamin’ “f-ck the rules” like the n-1 team
i’ma show you everything, except the crossover
tryna walk that straight line even when i’m not sober
[chorus]
so much losers
(i will possibly make some rap- i don’t rap)
so much losers
(i will battle you for all your f-ckin’ money in your pockets, b-tch!)
[verse 2]
i want you layin’ face down, hands flat on the stage
make no false moves or attempt to engage
don’t breath, don’t move, don’t think no silly sh-t
i got a mic to the back of your head, you f-ckin’ idiot
now tell your boys to be cool and just chill for a while
while i start to pat you down for any cut simp style (ahh)
now, what we got here? a lighter and some weed?
a blunt? a glass pipe? see, smokin’ that sh-t
makes you think you rap tight, you f-ckin’ ass wipe
i should, i should, i should go ahead and waste you (auuughhh!)
i hate you, but since you are a human being
you have the next four bars to flee from the scene
and to never be seen with the mic again
i’m like a shepard in this valley of righteous men
fightin’ selfish, evil tyrants and i might just win
if i could make ’em learn to fear this mic and pen
[chorus]
(f-ckin’ losers)
so much losers
(those motherf-ckers, yo, i lyrically smash your head and body slam you)
so much losers
(you never even been in real fight in your whole life, i will f-ck you up!)
[verse 3]
now i’m juiced and amped up and i’m ready to go
with anybody out now who think they got a better flow
but first i gotta let you know that i flunked recess
ain’t no time for me to play when i gotta be fresh
i’m tryna write a little more and sleep a lot less
so throw my name on that list of “he: not to test”
see, i’m spittin’ straight heat, that’ll heat a cop’s vest
brrr- f-ck the p.d., takin’ shots to the chest
like i said, i’m not for play, and i’m not for a rest
an insomniac, i can’t sleep at night
so i creep with mr. dibbs through the streets for a fight
and if i get my ass beat, there’s no beef in sight
that’s what a real dude from the streets is like, b-tch!
now take your black eye and go and cheat on your wife
so you wanna get your boys with the guns and knives
and creep through the streets in attempt to take flight
sore losers
[outro]
so much losers
yo, yo, son, wait up, we’ll be right back
yo, i know you just knocked me out and everything, but-
yo, i’ma get my boys, f-ck that 101 sh-t
i’m coming back for you money
that’s real! hahaha
so much losers
f-ckin’ losers
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