K-Rino - You Created A Monsta lyrics

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

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 KO 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

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

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

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

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 KO
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