You said you're gonna take your talents to south beach
'Cause you couldn't win it alone
You said you'd rather join the same team as a rival
Than make your own way to the throne
You threw yourselves a party when you hadn't won a thing
You said it would be easy, then you started counting rings
Not one, not two, not three, not four, but zero
Not five, not six, not seven, no!
How many rings are on your hand, lebron?
A big fat zero
You chose to turn your back upon the people of cleveland
On your televised ego trip
You left your former teammates at the altar in boston
With an epic no-show, lequit
Corruption and collusion under riley's evil eye
And still you wound up losing, even with those other guys...
Not one, not two, not three, not four, but zero
Not five, not six, not seven, no!
How many rings are on your hand, lebron?
A big fat zero
Not one, not two, not three, not four, but zero
Narcissism and defeat
It's the anthem of the cheat
So fan up!
Frontrunners and apathy, a bandwagon of shame
So good luck confiscating all the tapes of every game...
Not one, not two, not three, not four, but zero
Not five, not six, not seven, no!
How many rings are on your hand, lebron?
A big fat zero
Not one, not two, not three, not four, but zero
The true champion has been determined:
Ze german
Ze german
Ze german
Ze german
Not one, not two, not three, not four, but zero
Not five, not six, not seven, no!
How many rings are on your hand, lebron?
A big fat zero
Not one, not two, not three, not four, but zero
Narcissism and defeat
It's the anthem of the cheat
So fan up!
We are all quitnesses
We are all quitnesses
We are all quitnesses
To the cheat we sing
We are all quitnesses
We are all quitnesses
We are all quitnesses
To the cheat we sing
Yes. We. Did.
Nothing.