(Composição: Frank Navetta) Think that I'm a loser 'Cause now my pants are too low Think that I'm a slob 'Cause I got holes in my shoes Think my cock is like Just like my dirty shirt Well you can fuck off 'Cause I'm working sixty a week You think that life is really tough When your daddy won't buy you a brand new car Take a girl out, she won't fuck you You just bought her a gram of coke Spent all your money on shitty coke I'm not a loser That's right, I'm not a loser I'm not a loser Cruise down the boulevard wasting Mommy's gas While you're looking for some kicks on Friday night Your only goal in life is to smoke a joint And decide how you're gonna get laid tonight You're a fucking son-of-a-bitch You arrogant assholes Your pants are too tight You fucking homos You suck! Mr. Buttfuck, you don't belong here Go away, you fucking gay I'm not a loser
