[Hook x4]

Me coming to get'cha

Me coming to get'cha [gun shot]


[Verse One]

I'm so damn depressed

In south Park, nights are fear, days are stress

Brothaz telling me to watch out for they 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 going to be rollin with the same shit"

So my job days are finished

Why work a week for some shit that I can get in 5 minutes

Me and K.O. start to rollin

Got to the point, where a hard look, left a punks face swollen

Brothaz scared when I pass thru

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 x4]

Me coming to get'cha

Me coming to get'cha [gun shot]


[Verse Two]

I'm so damn depressed

Met this girl, fell in love, with no second guess

Thangs seem right for the first time

But them quiet ass hoes are the worst kind

Thinkin 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 hidin 'em

On a water bed in a hotel ridin 'em (yo)

Now my next girl payin for my ex girl mistake

Cuz I'm thinkin they all fake

Birthday and Christmas, they came everyday to me

Broke hoes, got nuthin to say to me

I gave her the game and she stuck wit' it

What's yours is mine, and what's mine, don't fuck wit' it

Females who want a positive response

Your negativity, created a monster


[Hook x4]

Me coming to get'cha

Me coming to get'cha [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 lid the 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 their's nuthin I can do, no matter how much I wanted

Cuz this blue shirt had a badge on it

(point blank range, point blank range)

BOOM! It bust a cap and now I'm layin guts, sprayin

Wasn't thru yet, me and K.O

Shot another round, finna killa foe, time to go

Went home, thinkin the blood spilt, drown all my guilt

And some ice cream and milk, and sit 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 aint seen nuthin

And all the shit I had in life don't mean nuthin

Oh say can't you see, America beating the shit outta me

I'm tired of living, scared to die

Cuz nobody wants to help a South Park mentally raped monster