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.
