And away we go(we go we go we go)
  Some old born loser type of shit (shit)
  On the remix tip (tip, tip)
  Dr. Seuss (Seuss Seuss Suess)
    [Verse 1]
    The Born Loser, not because I choose 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 use to like me, but now they call me homie
  Use to have a family now I'm out on my own
  Had to scrabble the Pitt, cause 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 use to get pussy, but I busted off quick
  Now I get snooched, so I gotta beat my dick
  Time are hard in the ghetto, I steal for a living
  Eatin dirt and the Now or Laters
  If that ain't enough, life is rough, 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 look like helter skelter
  My clothes are so funky, they bad for my health
  Sometimes at night my pants go to the bathroom by their self
  Even when I was little nothin went my way
  I got beat up, and chased home from school every day
  And despite the fact I won all the spelling bees
  On my report card, I didn't get F's, I got C's
  But for those who choose to snooze
  Since I was born with no hope, I ain't got nothin to lose...
    [Chorus:]
    Young man went out and made a name for himself [3X]
    Check check check it out
    [Verse 2]
    The Born Loser, a title I was branded with
  Went to Liberty Island, and got stranded with
  The Statue of Liberty, but they really didn't hafta
  Leave my black ass there till the day after
  No time for laughter, this shit's for real
  Ribs are showin through my back, cause I ain't had a meal
  In about a week, you can see bones in my hands
  The racoons, beat me to the garbage cans
  I'm Starvin Marvin, and it shouldn't be like that
  The only thing that I'm carvin, is an alley cat
  But sometimes in the daytime
  I daydream of a Manwich
  When all I'm really eatin is an oxygen sandwich
  For those that don't know,
  Thats 2 peices of bread slapped 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..
    [Hook]
    [Verse 3]
    The Born Loser, yeah, that use to be my ammo
  When I couldn't get a soul, to listen to my demo
  Door shut in my face, until I started jammin 'em
  I'm behind the doors now, but I'm the one slammin 'em
  I did what I had to, to get where I got
  Though I'll admit, what I had to do was a lot
  I still gave it a shot, and sometimes I had to shoot
  Catchin vicks 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'd bag you too
  Cause I was, born to lose, straight from the beginning
  Hit the dugout, because I struck out the 1st inning
  Winning, was everything, thats why I had to ask
  My man to find me 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 nothin changed, I'm the same as before
  When opportunity knocks, I'd just answer the door
  But criminal at heart, even though I don't show it
  I was always a winner I just didn't know it (know it)
    [Hook]
    Born Loser
  DMX the great