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Song Parodies -> "This Is How We Lose (The Kansas City Royals Song)"
Original Song Title:
"This Is How We Do"
Original Performer:
Game ft. 50 Cent
Parody Song Title:
"This Is How We Lose (The Kansas City Royals Song)"
Parody Written by:
Mhhrbb
The Lyrics
Here is a little tribute to the Kansas City Royals and their losing streak.
This is how we lose
We have no fans and act like fools while we out in the field
This is how we lose
Nobody loses like we do so show us some love
This is how we lose
We have no fans and act like fools while we out in the field
This is how we lose
Nobody loses like we do so show us some love
We lost like, uhh; anotha, uhhh
One cause we stink, thats 19 games
If we don't win, one
Our fans betta, run
Our wins are none, we'll give out, tons
Come get, one
We've lost a grip, ump
If a team wants to win just play, us
Since we're, done
Ready here we, come
No Competition, uhh
You can find us in the, slums
Sellin our chance, in the A.L. Run
We were losin games when Palmeiro was sayin "Uhhhhh"
Look past the score
These Royal hitters just wanna have, fun
Hits and runs
We give them up by the ton
We strikin out with our bats like, uhhhh
We'll make losing fun, fans pay for nothin
Whole team's hiddin too in case a fan wanna, sue
We have no payroll thats why the Team's-So-Bad
Lil slow so look like we playin on drugs
In one year man, our team barely gets paid
We can't throw a strike pitch and Mike Sweeney's seen better days
Beat us, taunt us, diss us, dont mind us
We lose it for ya just how you like it, world
You know we get beat faster than the rest, three times our last trip
one run at our best
They say we no good
Cuz our bats have no wood
All the fans do not want us around
Cuz hits might pop off, and if hits pop off
Somebody gon' get really roughed up
We have no money, you can say we have no class
We've hit rock bottom, we got hit up way too fast
The hell if we care, we just here to come in last
Bogus ass pitchers, you can kiss our ass
This is how we lose
We have no fans and act like fools while we out in the field
This is how we lose
Nobody loses like we do so show us some love
This is how we lose
We have no fans and act like fools while we out in the field
This is how we lose
Nobody loses like we do so show us some love
I put sure fire defeats on that A.L. Score board
Home plate so clean it's like we're scorin no runs
Just hit one pitch man, your bat speed is so slow
Kansas City got playaz in the Ball Park ridin on losing streaks
Beat us, taunt us, diss us, dont mind us
We lose it for ya just how you like it, world
You know we get beat faster than the rest, four times our last trip
one run at our best
150, uhh
losses, uhh
We came 'n got right in a, slump
Automatic, loss
We suck at one-on-one
We look up to ya team's ass, lose'n till ya done
Homie, it's Game time
You ready? Here I come
Call in the Yanks and watch us losers, in a funk
It took two, months
But we finally got it done
We won a game with one run
Had people like, "huh?"
Don't try to front
We'll leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinkin we're a winnin club
Get your head, lumped
Our fans gotta, run
Ready here we come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda
Please dont For-Getta
The dra-ma, setta
Sip Am-a, retta
Our team sounds, betta
Than average
Of course we're a savage
We damage
Our hopes of tryin' to win on our turf (R-Unit!)
We have no fans and act like fools while we out in the field
This is how we lose
Nobody loses like we do so show us some love
This is how we lose
We have no fans and act like fools while we out in the field
This is how we lose
Nobody loses like we do so show us some love
We lost like, uhh; anotha, uhhh
One cause we stink, thats 19 games
If we don't win, one
Our fans betta, run
Our wins are none, we'll give out, tons
Come get, one
We've lost a grip, ump
If a team wants to win just play, us
Since we're, done
Ready here we, come
No Competition, uhh
You can find us in the, slums
Sellin our chance, in the A.L. Run
We were losin games when Palmeiro was sayin "Uhhhhh"
Look past the score
These Royal hitters just wanna have, fun
Hits and runs
We give them up by the ton
We strikin out with our bats like, uhhhh
We'll make losing fun, fans pay for nothin
Whole team's hiddin too in case a fan wanna, sue
We have no payroll thats why the Team's-So-Bad
Lil slow so look like we playin on drugs
In one year man, our team barely gets paid
We can't throw a strike pitch and Mike Sweeney's seen better days
Beat us, taunt us, diss us, dont mind us
We lose it for ya just how you like it, world
You know we get beat faster than the rest, three times our last trip
one run at our best
They say we no good
Cuz our bats have no wood
All the fans do not want us around
Cuz hits might pop off, and if hits pop off
Somebody gon' get really roughed up
We have no money, you can say we have no class
We've hit rock bottom, we got hit up way too fast
The hell if we care, we just here to come in last
Bogus ass pitchers, you can kiss our ass
This is how we lose
We have no fans and act like fools while we out in the field
This is how we lose
Nobody loses like we do so show us some love
This is how we lose
We have no fans and act like fools while we out in the field
This is how we lose
Nobody loses like we do so show us some love
I put sure fire defeats on that A.L. Score board
Home plate so clean it's like we're scorin no runs
Just hit one pitch man, your bat speed is so slow
Kansas City got playaz in the Ball Park ridin on losing streaks
Beat us, taunt us, diss us, dont mind us
We lose it for ya just how you like it, world
You know we get beat faster than the rest, four times our last trip
one run at our best
150, uhh
losses, uhh
We came 'n got right in a, slump
Automatic, loss
We suck at one-on-one
We look up to ya team's ass, lose'n till ya done
Homie, it's Game time
You ready? Here I come
Call in the Yanks and watch us losers, in a funk
It took two, months
But we finally got it done
We won a game with one run
Had people like, "huh?"
Don't try to front
We'll leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinkin we're a winnin club
Get your head, lumped
Our fans gotta, run
Ready here we come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda
Please dont For-Getta
The dra-ma, setta
Sip Am-a, retta
Our team sounds, betta
Than average
Of course we're a savage
We damage
Our hopes of tryin' to win on our turf (R-Unit!)
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Let me get this straight: The Royals are owned by David Glass, a member of the Walton family of Wal-Mart infamy... and he can't give his players a payroll over $30 million? That's tantamount to losing on purpose. Men used to get banned from baseball for that. That grinding sound you hear coming from the Great Plains is Ewing Kauffman turning over in his grave. On the other hand, Cardinal fans, still steaming over the way the 1985 World Series ended, would not want to trade places with Royals fans any time after that. So maybe they should give Don Denkinger a break.
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