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Losses, losers and more, gain of life's pleasures cohorts listen
Behind the doors to a life meaningless less than 0 in me all my walls
Falling down
Losses, losers and more, gain of life's pleasures cohorts listen
Behind the doors to a life meaningless less than zero in me all my walls
Falling
Losses, losers and more, gain of life's pleasures cohorts listen
Behind the doors to a life meaningless less than 0 in me all my walls
Falling down
from across the hall
[dr. dooom] we're ya neighbors next door down on the next floor
[jacky jasper] see ya at twelve midnight comin over
[jacky
a map and take a trip down south
Come on over to Houston Texas welcome to the Swisha House
It's the land of the trill
I'm coming live from the block
I
victims are my prey
The number 4 was an easy score
Number 3 lived next door

Fourteen days and fourteen lives
Random victims are my prey
Number 2 was
by somebody that still live with they mama
But that's the only way she know, to get away from all the drama
As for books, the mind is a terrible thing
[Hook 2X]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Jelly sickle
Look at how that jelly trickles
Down his elbows
And you can smell those
Playa haters from Calabassas
take the three-eighty assassinate her like Selena?

I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
of the dead tonight
People are being forced to live like animals
We are desperate
No one says the federal government is doing a good job
And hundreds
down doors, although I never break laws
Come to a town that's yours, and I be rippin the whole tour
Comin hard for your section, slow up
Live in
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")

Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")

Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
writing, the mic fighting, respect me
I'm from where it get down, machete your mother
Snatch your brother, scrap you down
You know the deal, when we do
the mic fighting, respect me
I'm from where it get down, machete your mother
Snatch your brother, scrap you down
You know the deal, when we do this,
Never know what's waiting by the door 
Come take my hand 
It's like a surreal dream and it goes on endlessly 
It's really not so bad, you see 
To live
the God got crazy clout
Pushin the big joint from down South
So if you're filthy stacked up
Betta watch ya back and duck
Cause these fiends they got it
here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment

I-i-i be kickin shit just like Rodman did to camera man
I
gon' run, from a C-Z-P-O-1?
In the midst of real steel movers, you a loser

Merk you wit'cha own shooters
All you want is a name, pissed and insane
of the police when them tricks pass by
I'm that fool next door, always late with his rent
I'm that loser on the couch, watching Springer, getting head
Dreaming
of the police when them tricks pass by
I'm that fool next door, always late with his rent
I'm that loser on the couch, watching Springer and getting head
of the police when them tricks pass by
I'm that fool next door, always late with his rent
I'm that loser on the couch, watching springer and getting head
door and run  just for fun 
We went to the sto' and sold bottles fo' a nickel 
To feast upon a big bag of Cheetos and a pickle 
You could get a soda
Kells, we not playing
Losers lose, so when we does what we do, we win
And win again, like deja vu
Then we win again, like M.J. do
Three-peat, then we
him
Finally, fan base trinklin' down to nothing
No concern for his estate, though, was yearnin' for a break
Bitter and evil, didn't learn from his