South Park - Los lyrics

I was raised on beans and rice and if you shot up my crib I wouldn't be surprised Mama used to trip 'cause I fed the mice I'm the one they sent home 'cause my head had lice I'm the kid that lost my sanity I'm the kid that had the toys with no batteries Mama sat me down for some serious talks On how to keep the rats out the cereal box I'mma smoke 'till I croak n***a f** bein' broke n***a I need seven bedrooms and my boat n***a Watchin' rats with eighty seven new gats The penitantary's the only place when I can relax I want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge The only thing I'mma miss is my beautiful kids I'm just sippin' pedron I handle sh** on my own I got a camera for every f**in' inch of my home It's in my blood to be a drunk and not give a f** I do a drive-by in my grandmas truck A G daddy left me at the age of three Now every South Side crack-head pagin' me Mutha f** you n***a stop preachin' n'sh** I grab my mutha f**in' glock and start squeezin' my sh** No mercy for the weak b**h so save yo' speech b**h You can't reach I'm too deep in these streets b**h Don't piss me off I'll put this gat to yo' head Can't you see these jealous b**hes pray for us to be dead, You gettin' soft now? You must wanna die too all it takes is one bullet to k** me and you