You Created A Monsta

(Hook 4X) Me coming to get ya Me coming to get ya (gun shot) (Verse One) I'm so damn depressed In South Park, nights are fear, days are stress Brothers telling me to watch out for my ass Living where cops and dope fiends attack fast Yo, wearing gold one Sunday Punks threatened to gun me, took my shit from me I know how complicated the game get Thinking to myself, "I'm gonna roll with the same shit" So my job days are finished Why work a week for some shit that I can get in five minutes Me and K.O. start to roll in Got to the point where a hard look left a punks face swollen Brothers scared when I pass through They just don't know, I'm scared of they ass too So how could I give a positive response Your negativity created a monster (Hook 4X) Me coming to get ya Me coming to get ya (gun shot) (Verse Two) I'm so damn depressed Met this girl, fell in love with no second guess Things seem right for the first time But them quiet ass hoes are the worst kind Thinking of the things I bought her ass (She was a freak?) Damn straight, I caught her ass With a punk I hate, wasn't no hiding 'em On a water bed at a hotel riding him, yo Now my next girl paying for my ex girl mistake Cause I'm thinking they all fake Birthday and Christmas, they came everyday to me Broke hoes got nothing to say to me I gave her the game and she stuck with it What's yours is mine and what's mine, don't fuck with it Females who want a positive response Your negativity created a monster (Hook 4X) Me coming to get ya Me coming to get ya (gun shot) (Verse Three) I'm so damn depressed My brother is dead with bullet wounds in his chest I asked this girl what kid to hit, what punk's lid to split Stop crying and tell me who did the shit She pointed at this trick in a blue shirt I looked around, noticed some of my crew hurt Realize there's nothing I can do, no matter how much I wanted Cause this blue shirt had a badge on it (point blank range, point blank range) BOOM! It bust a cap and now I'm laying guts, spraying Wasn't through yet, me and K.O Shot another round, foot to the flo', time to go Went home, thinking of blood spill, drowned my guilt In some ice cream and milk and sat back and built A bomb outta some shit that MacGyver would use Went to the grid substation and lit the fuse Death Row, my mother my father see That I'm gonna die but that really don't bother me It don't matter that I'm young and ain't seen nothing And all the shit I had in life don't mean nothing "Oh say can you see", America beating the shit outta me I'm tired of living, scared to die Cause nobody wants to help a South Park mentally raped monster