This is a song about "Winner winner chicken dinner"

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

But im the clear winner, whats left to deliver

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I'm a new contender, destined winner

I can always go home and look down my street

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture

Pull out the middle finger,and scream fuck it!!, until i'm winner/

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

50,000 ones before i hit the lobby