You Created A Monsta

Lyrics

[Hook] Me coming to get ya Me coming to get ya *gunshot* Me coming to get ya Me coming to get ya *gunshot* Me coming to get ya Me coming to get ya *gunshot* Me coming to get ya Me coming to get ya *gunshot* [Verse 1] 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 finna 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 punk's 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] Me coming to get ya Me coming to get ya *gunshot* Me coming to get ya Me coming to get ya *gunshot* Me coming to get ya Me coming to get ya *gunshot* Me coming to, coming to, coming to get ya Me coming to get ya *gunshot* [Verse 2] 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 'im On a water bed at a hotel riding him, yo Now my next girl's paying for my ex-girl mistake 'Cause I'm thinking they all fake Birthday and Christmas, they came every day 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] Me coming to get ya Me coming to get ya *gunshot* Me coming to get ya Me coming to get ya *gunshot* Me coming to get ya Me coming to get ya *gunshot* Me coming to, coming to, coming to get ya Me coming to get ya *gunshot* [Verse 3] 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 and father see That I'm finna 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