Losers - Pyne, Fetta

Yea that boy done did it

He’s still trippin'

He’s still livin' (Nah, I did it)

Yea that boy done did it

He’s still trippin'

He’s still livin' yea

Gettin' Hot Pockets from his mamas kitchen

You would think it would be different

Man, these losers they just pissing

Pissing away

They all pissing away

I ain’t got no faith

They all pissing away

You fucking idiot (yea)

Get the lead out (get the lead out)

You fucking idiots (you fucking idiot)

Pull your head out (pull your head out)

Motherfucker so stupid (yea)

Get the lead out (get the, yea)

Mother fuck so stupid

Pull your head out

Take apart my brain

You’ll see the same nails driven over and over again (again)

We don’t that fake shit

It’s all in our presence

Can you feel our presence?

Stupid idiots

You can’t tell us shit

We been on this bitch since ‘96 and we killin' this

Keep on faking it

You stupid bitch

Why don’t you just give it up

Just get to giving in

Take apart my brain

You’ll see the same nails driven over and over again (again)

We don’t that fake shit

It’s all in our presence

Can you feel our presence?