[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